How quickly this summer has gone
In the distance, a robin’s song
As the rabbit makes it way
And the gray/red sky opens the day.
Now the sun is shining bright
(What better timing, the start of night.)
Some things seen
In the hazy scene
What was, what is, what might never be.

Nice poem, but if I remember correctly, there were no robins while I lived there. Lots of other birds, but no robins. The Rufus Towhee (sic) looked similar, but was smaller and the coloring just a tad different. Of course, I tweeted.
Thank you (smile)