Writing >> Poetry

The Robin

There he is,
All orange and black.
Being watched by a cat.

There he flies,
There he goes.
Where is he going?
Only he knows.

He flaps his wings,
To push the air.
He is looking for a place to perch,
Someplace, somewhere

Searching every day,
Searching for a wife.
He cuts through the air.
Like it's butter and he's the knife.

When he finds his wife,
They go to his perch,
To start a new life.

Tap!  Tap!  Tap!
The eggs begin to hatch.
what a wonderful thing,
For your eye to catch.

Baby birds come from the eggs,
With their very little bodies and very little legs.

Chirp!  Chirp!
They cry for food.
While they site there,
Shivering and nude.

Their good mother,
Knows what to do,
She flies away,
And comes back with food.

The babies grow up,
And start life again.
I could go on,
But it would never end.