Our Robin Poem by Phil Soar

Our Robin



I can't wait for the Robin in our yard to sing again
As Spring appears and territory squabbles start to rain
On sacred ground our resident, puffs out his bright red chest
And fights for all his worth and advertise that he's the best.

Friday, January 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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