There is a Strange Silence

… this morning… usually there is a robin singing loudly outside my window, then by now, some other birds may have joined, sometimes a cardinal or two… there is nothing but the faint high pitched noises the insects make, and, very faintly, a robin in the distance… what is going on?… i suppose this might be the time for a new micro poem?… this one was written yesterday when a robin was singing loudly outside my window…

Before dawn, a robin sings by itself— watch out worms!