Plump baby robin,
Sitting on the branch,
Bobbing around,
Feathers all blanched.
A chest of crimson,
A back of chestnut brown,
An innocent little face,
Wearing a frosty crown.
Picking at a cluster of berries,
Sprouting near his feet,
Scavenging around,
For something to eat.
Something rattles nearby,
Scaring him away,
Back to his nest-he flies,
Until another day.
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