Perched high on the tallest bare brown branch
the red-breasted robin sings full throated.
This year, though perhaps I have just noted,
his chest seems so much brighter than before.
Underneath the rays of golden sunshine
the gorgeous jewel blazing crimson ruby
puffs itself up into all its glory
and bathes this new morning in dazzling song.
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