The Robin's Song
I wake to the soft sounds of rain tapping my window.
For several days hovering clouds have stolen the sun,
And I am thinking they portend sorrow lying ahead.
I hear a robin singing, so rare when the sky is gray,
With indomitable spirit, the bird keeps up its melody
And, suddenly, my heart begins to sing its own tune.
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June 4, 2021
submitted to "Bite Size Poem #4" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gautier
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