‘Blackbird in Winter’ by Roy Marshall

Blackbird in Winter He’s on a branch above my head velvet feathers at touching distance, yellow ringed eye locked to mine. Is an alarm call frozen in his breast, the urge to fly curtailed by heavy air, or is it to preserve energy and heat that he keeps still? Can he see in me a lack of threat, recognise the need to move slowly through … Continue reading ‘Blackbird in Winter’ by Roy Marshall