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And the Blackbird sang on

And the Blackbird sang on

When other birds took breath

About the courts of morning

You’d have to be deaf

When virus stopped the cars

With its attendant death

For the open ear to hear

Across the countryside

A new brazening sound

Not helped by biocide

As birds reclaim their stage

And sweeten ecocide

Covid-nineteen might bring

For all its agony

A smack of consciousness

And make the heedful see

Or rather hear

Birds bees even unto the tree

© RM Meyer

Winswell Water, April 2020