Robin by my four year old daughter
I saw a Robin on the fence
It was tweeting a lovely song
These lovely small stones are from my brother
White swan gliding on a murky waterway
Feathers bright against dark surface beneath you
You leave now the promise of food not realised
My memory of you, but a dream
Golds, reds and greens
Autumn's treasure trove is opened fully
The wind harassing fragile jewels
Hanging dearly to their homes
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