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Robins Return to Lewiston, March 3,2005
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Robins Return to Lewiston, March 3,2005
Crusty crows voiced displeasure,
swooping &
cawing a murderous thunder in vain
defense of their lot, which is officially a
parking lot that
belongs to the Career Center. It
turned out to be just a pair of them, & the chubby,
red breasts,
rusty by nature not winter-long nurture
-*turdus migratorious*-
-shit 'n' run-
held firm 'neath the gallantly
streaming (state and federal) banners,
feeding off
spindly Asian transplants 'till
feed was done, then w/ a lusty chirp off
scouting higher ground
in the cold, bare oaks, the
last notes of Winter's swan song.
Cretan Maineiac
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Sandra Fowler (2/20/2008 1:56:00 AM)
A notable day indeed when the robins return. Your last line is especially effective.
Excellent write.
As always,
Sandra |
Dee Daffodil (6/1/2007 11:51:00 AM)
Robins are always a welcome sight for me...they signal a time of warmth, renewal, growth...green...hope...
Hugs,
dee |
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