Let’s Give the Villanelle a Try

AN INDIFFERENT ROBIN

An indifferent robin stands his ground
At snow’s edge; spring lies buried there.
Feathers ruffled, he makes no sound

To claim the barren spot he’s found—
A tiny patch, still cold, but bare.
An indifferent robin stands his ground.

On the maple, tender buds abound;
He counts them, while he’s standing there.
Feathers ruffled, he makes no sound,

Closely guarding what he’s found.
Snow hides the worms; he doesn’t care.
An indifferent robin stands his ground.

Let spring with winter run around,
play tag-you’re-it. He’ll take the dare.
Feathers ruffled, he makes no sound.

One bare spot near the icy mounds
Is all he needs. No room to spare.
An indifferent robin stands his ground,
Feathers ruffled. He makes no sound.

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