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Robin Whisperer

2/21/2020

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I was once convinced
That if they could
Learn the language of whales
Then I could
Learn the language of robins


I sat patiently on the lawn
And watched them hop closer
And closer to me
As they chirped and whistled
I did my best to copy them

I wanted to earn their trust
I wanted to know what they knew
And tell them that I wasn’t
Going to hurt them
I tried to learn who each of them were

​But I couldn’t differentiate as
Their orange breasts all looked the same
And as hard as I tried, they just
Wouldn’t get close to me...
It was a futile thirty minutes.
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