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Dark Eyed Baby Robin

Spring is finding
a cracked robin's egg
lying in the long
dark green grass.
Any piece of shell
with a delicate pale blue
if it catches my attention.
Then it is so true
I look up intuitively
for an outline above
of a well built nest.
It's maybe too soon
to hear its hungry cries
of dark eyed baby robins,
but it won't be long
before you do.
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Posted: Apr 2011

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Comments (2)

niah9online today! of the birds I grew up with, but I can't say I have seen the robin as I knew from childhood in NZ....but your poem transported peace Niah
Robins are one of the heralds of Spring...I have a soft spot in my heart for them and their cheerful song. It reminds me...the days of green and new birth are here again...I love Spring and the Robins. Great reading from you,thumbs up happy place
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