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A rhyming poem.
Robin by Dutchie

Little bird with red cravat
you stare at me with beady eyes
I look back knowing that
if I move the slightest bit
you'd be gone and we would split.

So I'm quiet, look at your neck so red
as if your feathers had somehow bled
keeping your head slightly to one side
begging for crumbs, I feel your plight.

Then duty calls, I get up and place
bread on the table with careful grace
you swoop down, start pecking the crumbs
while your beak deftly the table drums
then turn your head as I go
Robin you will never know
that sight of you
has moved me so.

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