To the Immature Robin

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You never stop
You never stop
Your desperate squawking, hungry cries
You follow mom around the park
Hardly noticing her eyes

She never stops
She never stops
Searching here and there for food
Her weariness is dull and stark
Crushed beneath her grasping brood.

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