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{ENDINGS} peggy eldridge-love That old robin still comes, settles on the concrete slab, back to us as though looking our way would violate what separates us. We have history though, lots of it. Nests, bag worms, hornets, freezes, and majestic sunrises and unspeakable sunsets cast against our Missouri sky. It's hard to miss the disheveled feathers, some missing in places, no doubt lost in some petty battle. We know she's leaving. We know it's time but have no idea where she'll go. Robins never tell. It a bird thing - dying in private. But we have history and we'll spend this spring together savoring our memories for as long as we can, careful not to violate what separates us. |
