Robin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Robin

Robin

Worms crawl,
Robins hunt,
Life goes on.

Mankind came,
Pesticide, sprayed,
Killed the worms,
Robin-kinds migrated.

Ouch and ouch!

Yes, nothing has remained,
But grass and golf carts!

Ouch and ouch!

Thursday, March 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: golf
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