Only Robins and Grows Know
To those who that like to wander their gardens while sipping a martini
On a stunning occasion
While enjoying my garden
I was listening to the birdsong
Emanating from surrounding trees
Concentrating on mister robin
And later a particular crow
They seemed to be trying to relay
To me some vital information
I became increasingly curious
Suddenly it was extremely urgent
That I understand the repeating
Message, which they both tirelessly screamed
Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder
I turned around, and it was my wife
She asked me, why I hadn’t answered her
Why was I staring at her red rhodies
The birds, I told her, they’re trying to tell
She said I’d been in the sun too long
Come back to the house before the neighbors
Well they might become suspicious of you
Inside, I went with her reluctantly
Thinking I had been foiled at that moment
I could have discovered the meaning!
What a cruel game. Too much sun indeed!
© Copyrights G. Jones 2006
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