MY FIRST CECROPIA 



Chapter Three 

 THE ROBIN MOTH 



CECROPIA 



WHEN only a little child, wandering alone among 

 the fruits and flowers of our country garden, on 

 a dead peach limb beside the fence I found it — 

 my first Cecropla. I was the friend of every Ijird, 

 flower, and butterfly. I carried crumbs to the warblers 

 in the sweetbrier; was lifted for surreptitious peeps at 

 the hummingbird nesting in the honeysuckle; sat within 

 a few feet of the robin in the catalpa; bugged the currant 

 bushes for the phoebe that had built for years under the 



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