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Tiny crimson fruits cluster closely
On the fire cherry bush near the lake Drawing two, three, five, seven robins Paying little attention to me Together we enjoy the sunshine On the waning September morning In Mt. Auburn's lovely gardens The famous lie beside the unknown Surrounded by magical landscape Each exquisite bush, each towering tree Chosen to complement its neighbor Lush and green mirrored in the water Many persistent springs feed the pond Identified by tiny bubbles Giving motion to the smooth surface The robins continue their feasting Beady eyes contrast with yellow beaks Soon they will join with extended family To find warmer weather for the winter Southern favorites await the birds After their last taste of northern food October 1, 2010
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