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
relieved
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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