I was rooting for the blackbird as he fought tirelessly to protect his nest as I watched through my window.
The life and death flight
of the blackbird game and bright,
like a spitfire pilot
diving in breath defying speed
to attack its enemy
pitiless and bold.
His defiant cries breaching
Fuck off, you raiders of the nest.
He shrieked at the harrying
magpie thieves with their incessant raids.
They twice the size and four times as mean
but still the blackbird undeterred,
rallied in his struggle as
the dog fight in the air continued on.
In desperation as the blackbird fought
his tattered plumage torn and pecked
to save his young.
Until, at last the warriors dropped out of sight
their cries faded into the afternoon skies.
As once more, my garden
returned to its uneasy peace
with natures battles hidden from my eyes.