That Day

It was that day when I came home from school and there were 34 robins in just our yard. I know because I stood out there and counted them. There were more everywhere. In the lot across the street. On the Michaelsons’ roof.  And it was February first. You’re not supposed to see robins until spring is around the corner. I mean, spring is not around the corner in February. Not where I’m from. All the stuff Aunt Glenda told us about the robins was good. You know, hope, happiness, bright futures – all that stuff. I dunno. Maybe that’s how some people see robins. All I know is the day the robins were out is the day I opened the door and saw grandma on the floor and the cat chewing at her nose.

 

flock of robins

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