REQUIESCAT FOR A ROBIN
I looked; the robin looked at me,
And flicked his tail, bobbed from his tree;
So joyful seemed his winter song,
There was no sense that aught was wrong.
But later yet when I walked by
And sought that redbreast to draw nigh,
There was no sound or sign to say
Why on the snow his body lay,
Except a crimson pool that welled
Beneath his corpse as I beheld
His lifeblood drain and eye grow dim;
So soon I knelt, thanked God for him.
Note: Requiescat -- a wish or prayer for the repose of the dead
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