The Robin Poem by B.J. Ayers

Standing still, with head upright,
A mother Robin, on the grass stood proud,
Teaching her young, to search for food,
Then moving quickly, to another sight,

Away from her and to the right,
Her youngster stood, as if to say,
I have no interest in what you do,
It’s time to play, before the night,

But mother stood and listened with care,
As she searched for food, for her little one’s beak,
With head pointed down, and a spike to the ground,
A tasty meal, for her little one to share,

With strides of length, in a jerky flair,
She raced to her little one, as if to say,
Are you watching little one, to learn the way,
To search for food, or don’t you care,

The little bird turned, with beak held high,
For expectation s, she knew was there,
With one quick motion, a deposit made,
Wishing for her baby, to at least try.