I glide through the woods as careful as a little Robin imagining how they are so gentle and agile as they take the wind.
I stop as I see a Mockingbird looking at me, singing
glorious words of grace and security, when it suddenly stops
its merry tune and stares for a short while behind me in terror.
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nelly, i love birds and i saw robins outside our window this morning (different than u.k. robins) . we have mockingbirds also. i really like how your poem glides along. i usually use rhymes, but i liked your poem VERY MUCH. i wonder if you were the prey, and i wonder who/what was the predator. thanks for sharing. i'll add this to my mypoemlist. bri edwards