Blackbird

Singing from high tension wires

Urging me to sing along 

Follow the frittering flashes

Of smoldering plumes

Strung up like notes

I should be home by six

But it is a pity to miss

Bird burning up high

Will anyone understand?

Asked Billie, what lament

The song intones

Blackbird strung up

In high wire

No harder luck story

Than this been told

Make my bed and light the lamp

I’ll be home late tonight