Ivy on the roof

 
You did not tell me blackbird.  
Did you want to surprise me  
knowing I would be pleased ?  
and that I am, so very much.  
I have children of my own  
and so have they, into  
the future we all shall go  
our genes and seed until  
eternity shall end.  

So many years . . . . .  
the ivy now upon the roof  
black fruits to eat and shelter;  
nest deep within the scramble  
The gable for your pulpit,  
where you sing, but do not preach  
I hear you in the morning light  
before the sun  awakes  
and the moon still shines.
  
There are apples on the lawn,  
worms aplenty, now the rain has come.  
Bring out your brood tomorrow  
the dog will not disturb,  
Sleep tonight in the ivy's mantle  
heavy with ripening fruit,  
and veils of spiders' webs.