My Friend Robbie

I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn! He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn! From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns so drear, Cheerily belting out trilling melodies that are so pleasing to my ear! Oft I've wondered why Robbie Red Breast opts to winter here at all, 'Specially since all his friends flee these icy climes for Florida each fall! While they bask in the warming sun enjoying cocktails of orange juice, He prefers wintering here with me along with all its nippy abuse! 'Tis a wonder that the little creature can manage to survive, Since there are no wiggly worms for him upon which to thrive! Robbie doesn't worry - The Omnipotent Creator sees to his daily needs, By providing an occasional hapless bug and a few wind-blown seeds! I think that rascal relishes wakening me from my slumber each morn, As he flexes his wings and sounds reveille to begin his daily bourne! I'd rather be woken by him, tho', than the neighbor's yapping mutts! 'Tis certainly far more pleasant - of that there ain't no ifs, ands or buts! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved