Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings.
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
For rumored Springs
She does not ask for Noon
She does not ask for Boon,
Crumbless and homeless, of but one request
The Birds she lost
Military cut backs have caused munitions factories to worry,
Of their employees' economic hardship they tell many a story.
It is amusing that of the same owners of these factories
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
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