When Robins Come a Calling
On this foggy morning, a ground hog gave us warning,
Six more weeks of winter we shall see.
Yet, Robins, harbingers of spring, are at my window,
Fluttering above the snow,
A different forecast, a secret they must know.
This morning I witnessed 6 fearless Robins flitting about on leafless trees, blanketed by snow. I thought; the ground hog has a very different point of view.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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