Robin

Bird watching
Is when we watch them
But the ROBIN tends to be
Hiding always watching us
Yes remarkably
His little red breast glowing
His real loose feathered pose
Conscious of a friendship
That everybody knows
Assured perhaps
Where earth is turned
Concerned
A worm or two
Will be wriggling
Close by with in the sod
We found them it was true
Hopeful ROBIN was around knowing he would see
Would come and bring his comfort
And extend his love to me

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