After sipping icy water spiced by moss-crowned leaves,
the robin flies from the birdbath to the fence-top for a meeting
with the squirrel. When they arrive, they find the sun
already waiting at the spot. Welcome to my secret hideaway, says he.
I’m surprised you found it. Then the clouds move, and the sun,
the robin, and the squirrel disappear. And here we find the poet,
not quite ready, in their absence, to look away.
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