Lawrence S. Pertillar
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,
Allow me to just say this.
And it will be done swiftly and quick.
Is not WINTER.
Neither is WINTER,
A time for SPRING.
Robins may have red breasts.
But it is their chirping,
The attention to them brings!
I will now exit...
To disappear from you to leave.
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