What was it,
That strange bird
Sitting in the tree?
It was like a blackbird
But a little bigger,
It was black and white,
A beautiful bird,
But not one I had seen
Not in over sixty years
Of watching birds.
I needed to know,
I found it,
I was almost right,
It was a blackbird,
A leucistic blackbird.
So now I know.
What I did know
Was how elegant this bird was,
And it had came to me,
Came into my garden,
For my wonder to astound.