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A Robin Chick Is Born

I watched two robins build a nest Up in one of our Maple trees, Bringing twigs, dried grass, whatever All afternoon and all next day. They’d fly somewhere, fly back again With beaks chocked full of building stuff, Both chirping, chirping as they worked And I wondered…were they aware Of what they two had done and what They would experience real soon, Bringing another life into This world we’re all here living on? The days slipped by, an egg I saw And then a chick and feeding time. One day the chick did fly away To do it all once more somewhere. W.C.Hull © 2020-27-6-WCH-2-2 W.C.Hull © 2020-27-6-H1459-2569- I52-K52-37-L59-9

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Date: 7/12/2020 6:55:00 AM
Darlene... You are so right. Have a nice day.
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Date: 6/27/2020 1:15:00 PM
Hello W,C. Hull, birda do build thier net quickly. It is always nice to hear a chirp of a baby bird. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Date: 6/27/2020 5:28:00 AM
This explains the cycle of life ever so delicately in a sweet and innocent way.
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Date: 7/12/2020 7:02:00 AM
Caren...Thank you. Poetry can say many things delicately. Have a nice day.

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