Updated: May 24
Friday 12th May 2023
1of 3 robins will survive.
Three broods a year.
Two dead baby Robins,
Floating in a bucket.
From nest to drowning.
Such a short brief life.
Nature is a cruel mistress.
I cried so hard.
The mother in me aligning
With the parents.
Phil laughed at their little stiff bodies,
"They look like synronized swimmers"
One surviour lives.
That's the 1 in 3.
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