The Robins
The robins came again today
fluttering in the holly branches at play,
each berry juicy and red
taken gladly where colors once bled.
Clusters hung in the fore ground
crimson scarlet rubies downed.
A dozen red chested heads bobbin
cheerily caroling their spatial hobnobbing.
Almost every holly berry clustered in bunches
lay upon the earth to be consumed by a huntress;
as each alight from tree to earth for consumption
both leaf and berry lay in waiting disfunction.
The robins drop down with little hesitation
to pick and scratch and pluck the holly donations;
entice an earthworm up from beneath the leaves
and steal away the tasty mid-winter earthen heaves.
It is a sight not seen often
comes as winter begins to soften
and prep the barren forest
for spring arrival to this chorus.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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