Robin’s Hospice by Cynthia Hallen

Spring came Early — Winter stayed Late.
The Pumpkin Cat Savaged its Fate.
Now I See with the Robin’s Eye —
Now I Sing with the Robin’s Cry.

His Burial was in the Air.
His Body warm — I could not Bear —
Below the Soil to crush his Rest.
His Feathers breathe in last year’s Nest.

2 April 2008, Orem, Utah
This is Cynthia’s third entry in the 2012 Runoff. For more (and a bio), go here and here.

*Competition entry*


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