Observing a young robin
A young cock robin fluttered down.
He wore a cape of mottled brown.
The look he gave me was quite grim.
He stood his ground and held his chin,
at a most peculiar angle to me…
I sat and stared most incredulously.
This bird so young, a fledgling sure
seemed to beckon, to almost Lure.
I watched his stance quite amazed
that such bold bird before me gazed!
So staunchly stood this steadfast bird,
till the sound of barking could be heard!
My faithful guard my trusty pet
Round the tree trunk bounded 'Jett'!
The startled robin took to a branch
that hung quite low, but in a pinch,
served him quite well as a haven hold.
I laughed and grabbed my dog so bold
and we came inside to write this tale,
to share of the fledgling's near farewell.
Ramona Gibson Hughes
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