REQUIEM FOR ROBINS
Our bird feeders must be filled today.
The north wind is rumbling through the pines.
Snow stings my face and ices grass.
Daring robins left warm suns too soon.
The wind sounds restless in the pines.
I sliced apples for the feeders today.
Hungry robins perish easily in icy snow.
My eyes are tearing. . . trom the snow, I guess.
Your warm coat is hanging in your room.
Snow stings my face and ices grass.
The wind blows louder through the pines.
You are sixteen today . . . I baked your cake, Amanda.
Snow is drifting higher on the grass.
I must fill the feeders full today.
We' lllight the candles if you come.
The world is cold, and streets are dark, Amanda.
Young and hungry robins perish in deep snow.
The world is cold; the streets so dark,
Snow stings my face and tears my eyes.
If we light the candles, will you come, Amanda?
Louise M.Hunt Atlantic Iowa