Bird, by Don Tassone

The baby sat nestled in her pumpkin seat, looking out the window.

A robin lighted on a stone wall. The baby watched it jerk its head around, then fly away. It filled her with wonder.

A year later, she stood at the same window. Again, she saw a robin.

“Bird,” her mother said, pointing.

“Bird,” the toddler repeated.

One morning, a few years later, the little girl pulled open her back door and sprang outside. The sound and sudden movement startled a small flock of robins perched in a sugar maple, and they flew off. But the girl didn’t notice as she ran next door to play with her friend.

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