Robins Poem by Phil Soar

I love the sound of Robins at this time of year
Sitting calling out to those around them
Signalling their patch as a private residence
Not to be encroached upon
And yet the trill sound is like an opera
Telling a story
Spreading the word that he is the ruler of his patch
And that he will fight to keep those rights
His composition a well and trusted lyric
Shared by many
But unique to him
And I sit and listen to it
As I would my favourite Orchestral manoeuvre.
I love the sound of robins at this time of year