Robin Red Breast
>>>>>>>>>>>>>When i walked out my door today,
The first thing i did see.
Was a young Robin Red Breast ,
There sitting in my tree.
He fluffed up this feathers,
As he hopped from branch to branch.
Its a sure sigh of spring,
Out here on the ranch.
The little Robin was singing,
As he stared my way.
Then he flew over my head,
To the bird feeder by the hay.
He sat there awhile,
As he picked at the seeds.
Had a drink from the water tray,
That should cover his needs.
I went to get my camera,
To take a picture to keep.
Of the first Robin of spring,
Their song is so sweet.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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