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The Robin – Day [SEVENTEEN] #NAPOWRIMO

She stops, tips her head 
Takes a listen now
Checking for safety 
Instincts never bow

Pecking, gathering 
She bundles into her beak
Tiny grasses to weave 
A home for baby tweets

Best builder, nurturer
Sustainer she will be
By herself she forms
A nest for tiny three

Your ability shocks my humanness 
You flew with heavy load
Carried to your branch on high
To form humble abode
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