Robin-friend has gone to bed,
Little wing to hide his head —
Mother's bird must slumber too
Just as baby Robins do —
When the stars begin to rise,
Birds and babies close their eyes.
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The Nesting Hour · Laurence Alma-Tadema · Poetry Cove