Songbird
In long-awaited spring sunshine of morningkind
a robin balanced like a runway model on a catwalk in Bryant Park
atop a blossoming cherry tree at a metro station
puffed his chest
ran a few quick scales
threw back his head and launched into a capella riffs and trills,
week-weary commuters en route to trains stalled in their tracks
glared at a passing ambulance’s blasting sirens that simply
exhorted the virtuoso to even more successful efforts of sonic
derring do that when ended were met
with applause, smiles and cheers:
alas, they were not the prequel to an encore as he darted
in pursuit of a passing female who’d caught his eye.
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