The robin hops down the road at his usual speed despite the cold. Five minutes later he flies out of the woods with a bright green morsel.
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The robin hops down the road at his usual speed despite the cold. Five minutes later he flies out of the woods with a bright green morsel.
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MORNING SONG
(Haikus)
Pall falls around trees
in the gathering storm and
a robin hops down.
Out of the forest,
it darts out with a green leaf,
as dark skies clear up.
Twittering robins
sing incessantly on trees,
bringing in sunshine.
Red breasts bask brightly
as the sun-drenched maple trees
sway with the warblers.
On my porch, I sip
my morning tea, gently chirp
with the singing birds.
—Albert B. Casuga
06-04-11
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