Red Robin Bobbing
They’re finally here, the robins dear —
They’ve hidden all the winter.
But now they hop across the grass
Like frogs, but rather flitting.
I only seem to see the male,
With red breast so distinctive.
His yellow beak, next to his cheek
Means spring is now instinctive.
There’s something bright, a great delight
When ‘cross the lawn he’s bobbing.
He never fears, he brings good cheer —
My smiling face, unstopping.
clarakatalin 