JUNCTURE

 

Robins and Rabbits know meadow fair

First bright of summer day

Seek their lot and mind their care

To be and while away

 

Attend the clock with peck and flight

Or whiskers long and hop

And flee to solace of brush and height

When threaten shadows drop

 

Subtle time escapes at wing of night

With dusk it need belong

To nest they take withdrawn from sight

And sleep a whispered song

 

But wonder not where it was bound

The Summer’s ardent glow

No mystery there that can’t be found

The Robins and Rabbits know.