Winter’s Day Quartet (12:44 p.m.)

III.

Robin, a robin!
Swept by the window
—Fast as a raindrop.

Missed it.
Only a shadow;
Had me wondering it I’d seen it. But,

Swept its wing again
And, this time,
This time, I caught him.

Within my book, this tingle,
I felt it, and
Leapt like a martin I scuttled to see—

A-ha! There!
Perched in the tree, with
—What’s this? Two others!

A trio of
Ruby throats
Trilling in song.

So distracting they were
I lost my place.
Yet felt right at home.

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