Robin Redbreast
Spring is here, and the robins appear
With morning and evening song in the air.
A robin redbreast perched in a tree
Sings a song for his lady bird to be,
Undeterred, as he awaits her answer,
Crescendoing to drown out the others.
His heart afire, his senses alert
He preens his feathers between the chirps,
And breathes deep as his chest puffs out
Then, music vocals produced by the syrinx
Flow out from his bill, calling to his sweetheart
In refrains to arouse her curiosity.
And if successful, she’ll fly in his direction
To check out his worthiness and description.
Categories:
robin redbreast, bird, nature, spring,
Form: Verse
Robin red breast sought out an elf of the same hue
I really love your color much more than pink, yellow or blue.
I love your color also, and your feathers and your coo.
It was an enthusiastic, successful admiration society of two.
Categories:
robin redbreast, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Robin - A Didactic Cinquain
Robin
Ragged, perky
Splashing, bouncing, singing
Ever so jolly
Redbreast
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Categories:
robin redbreast, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, bird,
Form: Didactic
Robin-Redbreasts evoke Spring
through the melodies they sing.
And on a grey, cloudy day,
their songs chase the blues away.
While April rains quench Earth's thirst,
Robin-Redbreasts arrive first.
And decked out in red and black,
bring a splash of color back.
When green clashes with white snow,
Robin-Redbreasts start to show.
And flaunting their crimson breasts;
they begin building their nests.
Their yellow beak and black head;
offset feathers tinted red.
A welcomed flash of color;
ascends on Winter's squalor.
Hunting at the crack of Dawn;
they tug earthworms from the lawn.
And ignore us when we're near;
knowing they've nothing to fear.
Categories:
robin redbreast, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Jueju
One of my favourite birds is the Robin Redbreast
I see him on my lawn with his bright scarlet chest
A territorial bird, he’ll guard his piece of the land
If another bird ventures in then he will take a stand
When I’m digging my border, he will perch in a shrub
fly near to my spade then eat a small weevil or grub
He is ever so friendly, he visits me every day
I’m so thrilled this little Robin is here to stay
Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart -Wiishkobe Ode
10/15/19
Categories:
robin redbreast, bird,
Form: Couplet
A darling with his breast of red,
Spring's symbol, Robin Redbreast, is,
who likes to wake the sleepyhead!
An appetite for worms is his!
Leave fruits for him; he'll be well-fed!
Cheerily cheer up cheerily
is what this sweet bird seems to sing.
Most welcoming at dawn is he!
If first to see him in the spring,
a lucky person you shall be!
Feb. 18, 2019 for Tania Kitchin's Songbirds Poetry Contest
Categories:
robin redbreast, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Stop playing victim! The blood is dried!
Robin Redbreast sees only red
Dull red dried, not my blood-alive
Robin Redbreast sees only red
“Look how I've bled! Such blood has been shed!”
You're feathers are red Robin Redbreast
10 years healed but you still plead for your seeds
Robin Redbreast's spoiled fruit poisons the eggs
Cackles thrown from bluebirds at her limp
Robin Redbreast claims disrespect
Tears fall from your eyes as you claim your despise
Robin Redbreast blinded by red tears
Bluebirds fall ill from your cast out fruit
Selfish Robin Redbreast cares not
Bluebirds cry blue tears, at the loss of the years
Robin Redbreast nurses healthy wings
Stop playing victim! The blood is dried!
Robin Redbreast sees only red
Categories:
robin redbreast, analogy, anger, angst, divorce,
Form: I do not know?
Robin redbreast on the ground,
Pecking, hunting all around
For a tasty worm or slug
Or a creeping, crawling bug...
Somehow you know where to search,
So you're not left in the lurch;
'Cause I know just how you'd feel
If you were forced to skip a meal.
Still, your choices don't entice,
Even with some salt or spice;
For if you offered me a worm,
I would decline - my answer firm!
Categories:
robin redbreast, bird,
Form: Rhyme
There once was this redbreasted Robin
Who there on the beach was just sobbin’
That sunburn must hurt
It glowed right through her shirt
The view set my parts just a throbbin’
Categories:
robin redbreast, romance,
Form: Limerick