A child sees a flock of robins in a green tree:
Singing birds, their breasts colored crimson.
Hundreds of robins eating berries,
dropping droppings like rain.
A youth sees a single robin in a barren tree
with twigs for branches.
A silent bird, its breast the color of dried blood,
And the youth looks away.
As a man he looks again and sees a bird
flying into the distance.