Morning, I went to visit the robin in my garage
With an air of dignity
she sits on her eggs
her bashful eyes peering at me.
Noon, I went to visit the robin in
my garage
With a smile of joy
she sits on her eggs
her tender eyes glancing at me.
Evening, I went to visit the robin in my garage
With a wistful face
she sits in her nest
her alert eyes watching me.
Suddenly a black shadow,
dives down like an arrow,
kisses the robin
with a red worm.
Slowly and gracefully, she turns,
passing the worm into a tiny mouth that
just learned to open.
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