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Sonata for Robin and Poet (Free verse) by Dovina
Beneath some clouds on a blue-sky day
A poet stood prepared
And on a limb of an apple tree
A robin pensively turned
The poet stood erect and booked
A candle in his hand
The robin perched alert and plum
A worm held in his beak
âTis thus,â pronounced the poet
âI have seen and it is trueâ
The robin turned a fury head
And salivated if birds do
The poet read and read
From chapbook, scrapbook, cookbook too
The robin listened, eating worm
Then retorted a little chirp
With reading finished
Worm devoured
Poet said to robin
Man shall not live by worm alone
The robin fluffed and sang a tune
Lifted lightly overhead
And placed upon the poetâs chapbook
And answer in red and brown.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.714286
Weighted score: 5.729984
Overall Rank: 1852
Posted: November 7, 2005 12:41 PM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2005 12:41 PM PST
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Forgive me if you feel I pooped on your poem but that's what us robins do.
I actually think it's some of the best stuff you've written this week.