A brisk walk this morning instead of a slow run.
Farther, faster. How interesting. How odd.
And then there were the robins, singing in the dark.
One was on the sidewalk, absorbed in his song.
As I went around him, he didn’t stop once.
He seemed helpless, almost.
Imagine that much music in your throat.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Birdsong, Darkness, Morning, Music, Robins, Running, Singing, Walking
William Michaelian 