Mr. Robin—
the gentleman
in my yard—
shirt of rust,
tux of grey—
standing still—
thoughtful,
grave—
bowing politely
before the feast.
Mr. Robin
Mr. Robin—
the gentleman
in my yard—
shirt of rust,
tux of grey—
standing still—
thoughtful,
grave—
bowing politely
before the feast.
Gratefully His 
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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Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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