The black Blackbird and the brown Blackbird
were gathering stores for winter;
for instant consumption,
or saving for later,
they picked, and pecked,
and packed a lot of work
into the day.
Stopping for a drink
in the garden of one house
where there was food a-plenty,
the black Blackbird considered the weather,
and the temperature –
And wasn’t far off.
The brown Blackbird was much too busy to stop
and chat about the weather;
she’d collected a lot of things so far,
so they could survive the cold together.