tall robin

 

Holiday weekend. Summer day

First, neighbor gee-gee walks by walking better.

Then a lawn care truck; always popular somewhere nearby.

No one else walking, only he-gee and a tall robin.

It’s still; more so since they tore down the mill.

I miss the train at the other place.

Where you’d hear the lonesome whistle blow.

Here at least robin has followed us over.

Now we make do without the lake.

It’s all give and rake.

I meant hive and take but with all these trees

There has to be a rake in it.