Gossip

Blackbirds chatter of this and that
In my walnut tree, in voices high,
Of the change of seasons, time of year,
And the proper way for a bird to fly.

The blackbirds gossip of green corn-fields,
And meadows lush with waving rye,
Bramble news of bird and bee,
Of newt and frog and dragon fly.

Blackbirds chat in my walnut tree,
When evening the sky incarnadines,
Their gossip filtering down to me,
Thru the tree's thin fringes of yellow green

^__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos