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Spring thoughts

Robin eye-striking me twice

yellow ringed piercing attention

body too large for the perch

gathered dead grass and mud

attempting the impossible

by afternoon you’ve moved on


they will not fall early

they will not lay there blind and naked

I will not have to find them

nor nurse them without you

to only have to bury them

because I don’t know how to raise your young

I won’t have to foolishly believe that I should and could

my sorrow shifts to glee

your nest will be beautiful

your babies will fly

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