The Yellow Robin Starts Warbling
Exactly at six o' clock after sunrise
the yellow robins starts warbling a sorrowful tune,
perched on a branch of a maple tree pruned by Boone,
he solemnly expresses his demise;
shouldn't he change his tune and unstring
the perpetual sorrow for the loss of her king?
Difficult are her days coping with his death,
some think only humans constantly grieve
and mourn their beloved one an entire life;
in the animal kingdom he was a Goliath.
Sunsets are extremely sad, her moist eyelids start to blink
watching stars and galaxies that gleam afar;
in her huge universe she always finds a lost star,
that star bigger than others radiating on the coral creek.
It would help her cope with the nocturne loneliness...
if a nearby owl comforted her with his sympathetic woo;
and to show her gratitude, she would reply with goo goo
eyes to start a friendship that she longs for to tell stories.
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