One day, decades ago, while mowing the lawn I accidentally upset a nest of eggs in a Bridal Wreath bush. I came inside and wrote this.
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A Song Unsung
I brushed the bush, upset the nest.
One egg rolled free and came to rest
against my foot. Another step would end its flight.
The robin germ would know no sight,
would pull no worm, admire no flower.
No second, minute, year or hour
to splash the bath or take to wing.
Shall I put it back? Could I hear it sing?
by Terrell Shaw
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