Like a Moth to a Flame

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Paul McCartney

Not a blackbird but a splendid moth, presumably brought in by one of the cats. Noticed it as I came into the kitchen to make my bedtime cup of Barry's tea, just hanging from the lampshade.
I thought it was dead, and got out the tripod and took a few shots. When I had done, I touched it gently to see if I could loosen its single grip on the fabric, it was still alive, so I took it outside and left it sheltered from the rain. It probably wouldn't recover but it was gone in the morning.