Nine Fat Robins

 

Nine fat Robins twitter in the tree

Wait! there are five… Now three

Soon seven red breasts perch and preen 

Each one as regal as a queen.

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I watch the party, aching to meet and greet

I watch and wonder, what’s the news on my street?

But soon they all fly away, every one

In a flurry of wings; their party is done.

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I am left behind with just a memory and a sigh

I perch in my seat and try not to cry

But when I close my eyes, it is feathers I see

A soaring dream of flight… Robins’ gift to me.