Sing A Song …

Pie-tin of dried worms
meant for robin, gobbled up
by four and twenty.

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The Last Robin

hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Meanwhile: Mom works hard
unearthing juicy worms for
regurgitation.

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Robin

Our robin returns;
I help her to subsist—on
a diet of worms*.

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*packaged freeze-dried mealworms