The singing of a blackbird stops me dead in my tracks. Enraptured by his music I stand wallowing in beauty.

The cloak of evening softly creeps over the land. His music continues and still I stand.

“Are you OK?” a voice, as from another world asks.

“Yes” I reply.

The magic broken I go on my way.

He, later to family perhaps,

“I saw a strange man today. He stood, head cocked, listening to I know not what”.