Blackbird

Blackbird tapping on the window pane
Demanding sultanas, a recognised claim
I react, He has me well trained
First thing in the morning, my reflex ingrained
Put on the kettle, take out the box, open the window
Scatter some stock, our winter ritual, me his slave
Now in the spring, more demanding, he will rave
Now he’s children to feed, he has more need
Seems word is  spreading, now from his lead
Others arrive to share in the feast
They don’t realise it costs money, at least
The pleasure I get is its own reward
Ah here he comes, must supply his reward