ROBIN’S HOSPICE

Spring came Early – Winter stayed Late.

The Pumpkin Cat Savaged its Fate.

Now I See with the Robin’s Eye –

Now I Sing with the Robin’s Cry.

His Burial was in the Air.

His Body warm – I could not Bear –

Below the Soil to crush his Rest.

His Feathers breathe in last year’s Nest.

(Orem, Utah, 2 April 2008. CLH)