The Robin
I rose this morning to the rays of the sun
Slowly i walked;i did not run.
As i pushed the patio door ajar
There was a Robin;not too far.
It's then that i heard its melancholy trill;
This my heart with joy did fill.
Smiling,flicking its nimble tail,
Over the wet and glistening shale.
Like autumn leads to winter,
And day follows night-
It is always in site;
So plumed and so bright!
Copyright © Theo Constantinides | Year Posted 2014
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