Dear Christmas Robin Red Breast
Perched upon my sill
Whose morning call awakens me
With its song so shrill
Oh how my heart does flutter
And sweet colour flush my cheek
When I think of sitting you
In my palm
And duct taping your bloody beak!
Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard
I laughed at the ending. So Cinderella-ish then Wamb. Loved it
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DeleteHaha! Shortly after writing this I took my dog for a walk to the local cemetery...( 'tis my favourite place )...and as we walked along a particular path, there stood right in front of me a robin wearing an experssion of such malice, the likes of which I've never seen before...and I swear it was staring straight ate me...accusingly! haha! Thanks for comment Patrick, glad this gave you a titter...:)
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