In rains along the iron rail,
sat a robin wagging its tail.
A crow watched with curious mind,
sheltered under roof - a safe find.
The grey skies in backdrop stood,
the wet crow was in pensive mood.
But the robin was lively still,
grooming feathers after morning meal.
A child 'shooed' the crow away,
but the timid robin didn't sway.
Flickered its eyes, wagged its tail,
throwing drops of rain that fell.
Drops of water that filled a pail,
now bathed the robin wagging its tail.
Drops that fell from the iron rail,
made the robin happy, wagging its tail.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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