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The American robin (Turdus migratorius) "is a migratory songbird of the true thrush genus and Turdidae, the wider thrush family. It is named after the European robin[2] because of its reddish-orange breast, though the two species are not closely related, with the European robin belonging to the Old World flycatcher family. The American robin is widely distributed throughout North America, wintering from southern Canada to central Mexico and along the Pacific Coast."
I love watching robins graze sheep-like on
my lawn, then fly up to build nests and check
sudden noises and movements, then return.
They always return, wearing their brown capes
over red or pale body suits. Some stay
for leaf and snow fall, more fill spring's landscape.
Homebound, I find every window becomes
a TV screen, one that doesn't announce
death tallies of war and disease like drums.
At least, I nourish myself with the thought
that robins have only domestic woes,
that on my lawn, peace and well-being grows.
Prompt For All You Early-Birds at NaPoWriMo
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It is so sweet to watch the birds right now, their innocent happiness, their sweet songs...........Owning only feathers, they dont have our worries. I love the idea of the window as an alternative to tv. Cool!
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ReplyDeleteOh this is great... wonder what the birds think of all the empty spaces - do they sense fear or disease? Surely they know.
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