Thursday, 9 December 2021

ROBIN

 

Crimson breasted

Perching on a gate

Robin red breast

Looking for a mate

A hardy suitor

Courting and wooing

Proudly displaying

In ritual pursuing

Trying to impress

To attract a wife

So in the spring

There’d be new life

And for his efforts

Amidst winter hard

He gets to appear

On a Christmas card

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