206 – Red Robin

Poem number 206
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Red Robin
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There’s half of a robin in the middle of the lawn
The top half. Just the head and a bit of the breast
Below that there’s carnage, where some kitty has torn
It savagely in two, and eaten the rest.
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I always loved that robin. Twig hopping above deep winter snow
It brought comfort and familiarity, and thoughts of yule
But it’s not quite so comforting with its insides on show
But that’s nature. Capricious. And cruel.

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