Lovely.

1
A wall of woodland overlooks me.
A blackbird sings me a song (no lie!).
Above my book, with its lines laid out;
the birds in their music sing to me.

The cuckoo sings clear in lovely voice
in his gray cloak from a bushy fort.
I swear it now, but God is good!
It is lovely writing out in the wood.
2

How lovely is today!

The sunlight breaks and flickers

on the margin of my book

3
A bird is calling from the willow
with lovely beak, a clean call.
Sweet yellow tip; he is black and strong.
It is doing a dance, the blackbird's song

4

The little bird

let out a whistle

from his beak tip

bright yellow.

He sends the note

across Loch Laig

- a blackbird, a branch

a mass of yellow

Anonymous, from 9th century Gaelic monastery