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.