A blackbird exists to sing his joy –
his call for all to listen,
Repair the soul from blues to bliss
add a frame to every day.
His craft will turn back wretchedness
to chance of ecstasy
for nondescript brown female bird
waiting for a mate.
Brenda’s Suday Whirl will be absent for a few weeks, and will be greatly missed. Do make the most of this last Wordle by visiting to read everyone’s contributions. Thanks are due to Brenda for all the effort she puts into the site: she deserves a rest!