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-
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