Robins May Have Red Breasts
I know why I am not included,
In your conversations.
Most of the time I am ignored.
And that is done,
Without hesitation.
However...
Allow me to just say this.
And it will be done swiftly and quick.
SUMMER,
Is not WINTER.
And...
Neither is WINTER,
A time for SPRING.
Robins may have red breasts.
But it is their chirping,
The attention to them brings!
Thank you!
I will now exit...
To disappear from you to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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