The Robin

Except within poetic pale    I have not found a nightingale, Nor hearkened in a dusky vale    To song and silence blending; No stock-dove have I ever heard, Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird,    Nor seen a lark ascending. But I have felt a pulse-beat start    Because a robin, spending The utmost of his simple art Some of his pleasure to impart    While twilight came descending, Has found an answer in my heart,    A sudden comprehending.

by Witter Bynner

Sometimes it is the simple things, not the exotic that touch us. Go out into nature and look for a simple thing. You will be surprised at how amazing it is.

For more on birds and bird photographs, see also:

American Robins

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