The robiin, perched,
Up in its tree
Trills waking notes
For you and me--
And gearing up
To launch on wing,
In chirping hope
It hails, "All sing."
Up in its tree
Trills waking notes
For you and me--
And gearing up
To launch on wing,
In chirping hope
It hails, "All sing."
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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