Ode to the Robin

 

We see you in Spring and sometimes in Winter

Others see you in Autumn and Summer 

You light up the yard when you come into sight

But it's not like a butterfly or even a hummer'

Your presence is known by your size and your color

Your rusty red breast is your heralded fame

Charcoal black upon your back and white rings 'round your eyes

Make you easy to know and call out your name

But what makes you special and fun to be 'round

Is watching you scratch and dig and churn

As you toss aside those twigs and such

To get to your prize, a fat juicy worm

We'll miss your beauty when you are gone

But others will see you in their delight

And we'll wait right here until you return

Until you are back in our yard, in full sight.

Written by David Warbritton January, 2022

Lament of the Myrtle Warbler

 

I wish that splotch on my wump was smaller

Or the spots on my side were brighter by much

Then folks wouldn't look at my wump and laugh

'Cause the color 's all bright and yeller as such

Now you may think I came from a fish

But I think that God had a hand in my makin'

He put spots of color all o'er me

So you could look till your fill was takin'

Yes, I've spots on my head and on my sides

The older I get the brighter they show

I'm a beautiful bird that flitters and flits

The more you see, the fonder you grow.

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