MizQuickly lose yourself
There were six of them in the yard,
in the cold, looking bewildered by
the traces of snow and a hard wind.
What instinct had mislead them north
to give up days of warmth and flowering
trees, daffodils and soft ground where
worms played catch me if you can.
“cheerily, cheer up, cheer up, cheerily,
cheer up” they sing and the red, red robins
keep bob, bob, bobbing along.