The robins seem confused by the warmer days, wondering where the chill and damp have gone, sensing a mix-up in the shifting seasons. The sky brightened to brilliant blue after the dull gray blankets and mists of fog above the frosted lawns.
They are chattering the lively robin tschk in the trees, knocking off the brown and red leaves, and swallowing tree sweets. Flying from tree to tree and swooping over the street, they are tschking to each other.
As night moves in, a lone male sits in a tree humming his robin goodnight, a lullaby to me.
Copyright © 12/1/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Andrea Corwin
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