Mr. Robin

Mr. Robin—

the gentleman

in my yard—

shirt of rust,

tux of grey—

standing still—

thoughtful,

grave—

bowing politely

before the feast.

Published by holligibbs

juliedibblewrites says:

May 4, 2020 at 4:25 pm

Hi Holli, this poem made my heart smile. I love watching the robins in our neighborhood. They do not scare easily like other birds and just hop and walk and do their God-given thing. Have a blessed day!

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1. holligibbs says:
  
  May 4, 2020 at 5:52 pm
  
  Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
  
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