Blackbird

... his beak full of twilight song
at the top of a tree,
blowing across the road,
green cliffs, and out to sea.

I recognised it was a blackbird I could hear even before I spotted him. Once again, my simple point-zoom-click camera amazes me! The west wind that carried the bird's clear, beautiful voice was quite sharp, so I was glad of my gloves, even in May.