Zandra, my dear friend, saw a robin one afternoon.
She looked through her windshield to see the robin flying close by.
Zandra thought to herself the awesome beauty of the bird.
Listening for a time, Zandra heard the sound the robin made.
The robin would take a twig within his beak and fly up to a tree.
Repeatedly, he did this act for the sake of building a nest.
In a private spot were some little baby robins.
Hid within a tree, the baby robins were safe.
When the next was completed, the male robin flew around the nest as if to check it out.
Satisfied, the mama robin flew her offspring up in the tree.
With gentleness, the mama robin matted down the twigs the male robin got.
The baby robins were again safe in their new home while Zandra left her car.
Before going inside, Zandra heard the sound of the male robin.
The mama robin made her sound to her to the baby robins when said it was time to go to sleep.