A flock of robins
Darted here and there
Their controlled chaos
In trees, in air
Swirling and spiraling
Grey, blue and red
Chirping and peeping
Was heard overhead
Where juniper berries
Hung heavy on trees
The robins feasted
In the late fall breeze
One after the other
They had their fill
Whoosh
All was calm and still
Jessica M. Collette 