Dawn
by Jerry Ratch
Fat robins are chirping —
loudly — at 4 a.m.
They're trying to delude
the worms into thinking it's
dawn already
The worms get up underground
They're grumpy, they
bump into things
They come up to the surface
and Wham! That's it
Another day begins
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robins at 4 a.m.
who do they think they are?
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Smart birds. Poor worms. Nice poem. Thanks for the graphic images. I particularly like it because I enjoy watching robins hunt, running with their head down and then stopping quickly to scan their new position for an unwary worm.
Love the wham! I feel like a wee worm today. Peace...
or ends.. for the worms that is. Good one, Jerry.