There are plenty of Robins around.
Yellow over looking the big hollow.
For several days the skies have been overcast. The woods are still bare.
Here's a poem that might fit the above photo.
Dead but not gone
I saw it there
three years ago
brown in a bare tree.
It’s still there.
I don’t know why
still brown in front
of a gray sky.
I wonder why, it doesn’t
float to the ground?
Later
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