Hi guys! The following is my response to "Ode on a Grecian Urn"... as well as "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." It just happened to work out that way. I'm not going to write a blurb! So if you're confused as to how this ties in with themes in the ode, feel free to comment and I'll get back to you.
A repertoire of song–
It can be learned by human ears,
But never reproduced.
A bird on the nose
Is worth two in the hand.
When the sky is still deep blue,
Her hands sift seed
She knows that they will come.