Robins May Have Red Breasts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I know why I am not included,
In your conversations.

Most of the time I am ignored.
And that is done,
Without hesitation.

However...
Allow me to just say this.
And it will be done swiftly and quick.

SUMMER,
Is not WINTER.

And...
Neither is WINTER,
A time for SPRING.

Robins may have red breasts.
But it is their chirping,
The attention to them brings!

Thank you!
I will now exit...
To disappear from you to leave.