Robin On The Run Poem by Micron Jan

Robin On The Run

Red chest flashing, tiny feet tap,
A wiggle, a hop—then a worm in its lap!
Peck, snatch, nibble, vanish—gone,
Our cheeky robin acts like dawn's own con.

Tail flicks, eyes glint, mischief in the air,
A quick little glance, then it's gone somewhere.
Up, up, it shoots past branches and sun,
Mealworms stolen—victory won!

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