Octain Refrain; Meeting the Bar
at d’Verse Poets, Victoria has given us another form to challenge our little gray cells
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I watched a robin build a nest
high in the branches of that tree
where it was safe, no one could see
It didn’t ask what I’d suggest
or seem to care that I was there
although I’m sure I was a pest
I sat as still as I could be
And watched a robin build a nest
rhymeswithbug 
Totally charming, Candy. I try to be still too when watching birds outside…some are better with my presence than others.
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This is a pure delight, Cee. I have become an avid bird lover/watcher in recent years. So glad you joined in.
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Isn’t it amazing that they just know how and where to build it ~
Love the simplicity and joy of the form and poem ~
Happy Easter Candy !!!
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Simply perfect!
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This falls so easily, Candy. A great form for you!
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Beautifully done, Candy! I love these observational pieces. They remind me to smell the roses while I can!
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Well done!
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A delightful rite of spring really – watching a robin build a nest!
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Oh I like this poem a lot.
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The repetition here makes this powerful – gives us that feeling of patience, diligence, and curiosity that yields delight. What a wonderful spring poem. You should submit it somewhere soon!
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thanks for the encouragement!
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I agree, this is powerful indeed!
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There is something very special about watching a bird build its nest. This is lovely!
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thanks 🙂
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Robin..
Ravens..
Dance
for free
shaRinG
Lute
for
aLL..:)
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ah, a beautiful spring dance
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SMiLes.. my
Friend.. A
Beautiful
SpRing iT
iS..:)
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