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A flock of robins in the yard
surprised me as the sun arose.
They pecked around dead leaves frost-scarred
near my hard-frozen garden hose.
They hopped about from bush to tree
before my shadow made them flee.
Their call until they all took wing
a truly welcome hint of spring
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Write a short poem, of any type, but with two stanzas only. |
Author Notes
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