CFP Poetry
The Robin
Who is this friendly little bird
That eats your strawberries and wastes a third.
(But you can't get mad at the little thief.)
A Robin.
Who sings us such a happy tune,
From early morn till afternoon.
(And we enjoyed every note.)
A Robin.
Who eats grasshoppers by the score,
Then hops about to find some more.
(Better than a bag of Aldrin.)
A Robin.
Who waits to see how close we'll get,
Almost close enough to pet.
(He seems to trust us, almost.)
A Robin.
Who do I watch from my back door,
And kind of wish there were some more.
(Well, maybe next year.)
A Robin.
I think I'll let you do the math,
Does anything enjoy its bath.
(As much as)
A Robin.
In spite of what you've seen or heard,
Who do you think is my favorite bird?
(Although I like killdeers, meadowlarks and redwings)
A Robin.
Allen Brooks
Sheridan, WY
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