A Robin's Bath.

by Evaleen Stein

A flash and flicker of dripping wings, 

 A wet red breast that glows 

 Bright as the newly opened bud 

The first red poppy shows, 

 A sparkle of flying rainbow drops, 

 A glint of golden sun 

 On ruffled feathers, a snatch of song, 

 And the robin's bath is done.