by Franny Osman, from the chapbook Refuge:

Refuge Not

I thought you were my robin friend.
You hop-hop-looked, took wing again.
I thought this was your safety stop,
your perch on granite sculpture top.

But hawks, raccoons, and fox you fear
are also offered refuge here.
You never rest, you flee from me.
Refuge for you: not meant to be.

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