Nine Fat Robins

Nine Fat Robins
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.

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.

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.

 

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