“Le Tchoc Chante” (The Blackbird Sings)

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Le Tchoc sings
Of Many Things
The Blackbird Tawks1
Over Hovering Hawks

The Blackbird Chants
Of Endless Rants
Of a Bitter Breeze that Blows
In Shady-Natured Crows
Who Bestows
On us The Shows
Of the Loathes
Of their Lows
Of their existence

The Blackbird hums hyms
Perched on the Cypress Limbs

Le Tchoc2
Sits upon a rock
And Tawks
Over Everything

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