Dawn comes, crisp yet quiet.
Leaves stir on its breath and rise up to land on the window ledge,
like the rest of the house.
A robin spies an insect on one of the leaves,
and flutters over to snatch it.
Its beady eyes meet large, pale ones
through the cold glass,
hungry and wild at seeing a creature move about so easily.
The robin is unconcerned, considering only
that its momentary distraction has now cost it its meal.
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