Sweet Robin searching,
In the long grass,
Fresh worms,
To give his young so dear,
He flies to hedgerow,
With such vigour,
His nest real close,
So very near.
Excited young,
Are loud and noisy,
I hear them take their morning meal,
This is nature,
In all it's beauty,
This is life,
So fine,
So real.
Jayne Louise Davies
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