Robin Red Breast, At Best! Poem by Michael Gale
Robin Red Breast, At Best!
Innocent Robin eyes that views as sweeps...
Morning bird songs of chirps and cheeps.
Spying a worm in grass so high...Tis' time
to take off and dive and fly.
Beak in the grass that stabs at best...
From one who wears an orange crested breast.
It's off to the nest with food in tow...
To feed it's young with morsals so slow.
The young chick did fall from the tree...
To learn to fly and thusly be independant
and free!
Once this bird did learn to fend...This
nature's full circle will continiously to
proceed and never end!
01-11-2006'.
Michael Jeffrey Gale
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7/20/2025 12:58:40 PM # 1.0.0
One of my favourite birds and you have captured the cheeky way he has, in this verse you observantly note that all his movements are directed towards finding his food and feeding his chicks and in the meantime giving us so very much pleasure.......a delightful look at this red-breasted songster. thank you Mike.... from Fay.