【锈湖：白门】A red breasted bird

I was walking in the garden.
She sat on the bench.
Warm sunshine, gentle breeze,
A red breasted bird was singing in the tree.
Then she printed,
I walked closely,
Suddenly, the bird flew away.
“I am sorry, the bird was gone.” I said.
She stared at me,
“No, it is not.
The robin, is all in your head.”