In early spring
A flock of pigeons takes flight.
A blackbird sings.
I could decide to go inside
As the temperature has dropped.
Yet, the blackbird has not stopped
His song, which brings delight.
So I stay as the day
Moves, imperceptibly, towards the night.
K Morris - Poet 
I really like this.
I’m pleased you like my poem, Liz. Thank you for commenting and liking.
You’re welcome, Kevin.