The robin
A robin came to our garden
The other day.
When frost was in the air and on the ground.
It wavered on the bough of the holly bush.
Watching me, its head bobbing and jet-black eyes piercing my soul.
It spoke to me silently of love
And the good life to come.
And then, in a flutter and bob, it was gone.
I smiled at its fleeting form.
And gladly took up my pen.
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