a robin begins his day
assertively vocalizing
happy for his daily stage
improvising few-note tunes
never for applause
lacking operatic timbre
exults in solo status
in suburban garden
mentors in many ways
merrily chirping verses
not always in perfect pitch
bolsters my resolve
to compose the poetry
singing loudly in my soul
soon my fellow songster
will fly away from winter
while I must keep rehearsing.
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