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HAWK-EYED FOR A ROBIN

By Kezza G

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He’s alone.

She’s gone.

To the ever after

Slipped under the crumbs thrown on the coffin,

thrown to the birds,

 

The robin, hawk-eyed. pauses to acknowledge the words,

 

‘Goodbye, darling wife,

I’ll soon take flight,

to join you-

from the thorns of grief,

from the fallen petals of life.’


 
 

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