I read this the other day and meant to come back to it then. It is marvellous.
The acrostic poem is no easy feat when done well. This is elegant and dripping with class and wonderful imagery. It will get my nomination on Monday when I have my votes back!
The Blackbird is one of my favourite birds I can often be found head turned skywards looking up at Mr Blackbird singing beautifully. His gentle fluctuating warbling notes sends thrills through me each and every time; I really don't think I will ever tire of his song. And what about Mrs Blackbird I hear you cry! Well, I am glad you asked, I love her too, her darker milk chocolate feather coat that perfectly compliments her hubby.
I like the way you describe his feathers has being 'rainbow dipped' and then the 'glinting' under the kisses of the sun. A beautiful way to describe the colours that sparkle in the sunshine. We have starlings that nest in our garden and their plumage glistens blues, purples with added flecks of orange, red and gold. Stunning.
Then your bird, in flight selects a branch away from the wind. But still the claws are needed to anchor him firmly. Cassie, you may want to change wind to winds?
Lol - the 'wriggling prey' made me smile - I am always amazed out how they spot them; but they do! A gardener is always shadowed by a blackbird surveying freshly dug flowerbeds. I like the 'saffron' coloured beak - a wonderful contrast against the jet cheeks *do birds have cheeks?* lol
A great finish describing the act of plucking a 'Rash worm' I mean fancy a brave worm thinking he could sneak some fresh air without harm. The empty space says it all, doesn't it!
Cassie, a joyous write about a joyous bird, the Blackbird.