Robins Are Laughing

You don’t see many grasshoppers Around here, but there’s one nearby And just this morning I dreamt a praying mantis Came in my bedroom window Perhaps I need divine intervention Of an insect kind Robins are laughing In the autumn morning sunlight As they gambol From tree to bush and back again A gust of wind Blows crackly yellowed leaves In my direction And the pussywillows Wands of benediction Bless birds and berries And hopefully, me When I die I hope I will know peace And that the gates of heaven Will look like the entrance To my beloved woods Or these gardens