he seemed to look my way, turning to and fro
repeating “how are you, my lovely little friend?”
cheeping rather sweetly, a message he would send
I spoke calm and soft, returning thoughts of time
a place way back in history, once was mine
robin sang a melody, with soulful sweet rhyme
so soon the moment passed quietly sublime
with a chirp he flew away, gone with a shrill
it made the whole day and left me with a thrill
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