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.
2 thoughts on “Robin’s Hospice by Cynthia Hallen”
Old nest as scaffold. Interesting. I may steal that idea someday.