By Ryan Flanagan

I am walking along Meredith Street

with a single bag of belongings.

 

It is quiet, most peaceful.

A few cars pass but traffic is light.

 

On the front lawn of this house

I see an overturned hockey net

by the window.

 

A red-breasted robin keeps pulling at the twine.

Then he flies off with a piece.

Before returning to pull at the twine again.

He is building a nest in a nearby tree.

Stopping a moment on his perch to sing.

It must be Spring.

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

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