Robin Redbreast
When I was just a young girl, long ago,
for me, the grand debut of spring became
my special mission in the month of March-
to see a robin redbreast was my game.
A Robin redbreast meant a sign of spring-
oft spotted hunting worms- intent on sounds.
Day after day, I longed to see my prize;
from one window onto the next- made rounds.
And then one day, my luck would surely come.
I'd see one hop and then stand still- and knew
that spring began and nature was in bloom-
as baby robins soon will come to view.
High in one eave of our carport each year,
there was a robin nest with eggs of blue,
where mother robins kept them dry and warm;
their faithful mates would come and visit too.
What fun it was, at last, to see them hatch-
and mama making trips to find their food.
So many hours I spent on our front porch;
to watch from birth to flight was quite a treat!
So soon it came- the time to leave their home;
from nest to ground- to fly, they all were led.
One day I stood too close to one of them-
and mother robin pecked me on my head!
Year after year, our robin's nest was filled-
new birds reworked the roost to their delight.
My memories from those days- I hold dear-
with robins- spring gave birth within my sight.
February 19, 2021
Contest: A Visitor
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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