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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
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