Blackbird amongst crocuses 
Glossy jet and fragile lilac 
Orange stamen beak 
Precious art a gift I'd like to give 
To you, clinging on stormy seas 
Or you, shockhstaring at rubble 
You, cell-bound 
And you, held in concrete head 
For you, who don't know 'crocus' or 'stamen' 
Who cannot recognise the glossy orange black lilac song 
I'd like to gift you this little patch of lawn 
But I don't know how. 
The concrete towers and powers of state 
Raise up to stop me giving. 
Trapped from making offerings of spring 
I give the blackbird crunchy mealworms 
He will present me with his song 
For now, content to keep this to ourselves 
Holding tight a promise 
Of a spring that you can share