Mister Robin’s Neighborhood
Mister Robin, fat and feathered,
Hopping in the back yard
Bright of breast but dull of eye
Boasting proudly that he’s spry
Plump with beetle, worm, and larvae
Thinks he’s the king of the garden
Mister Robin, bold and raucous
Nesting on the garage
I think he hasn’t seen the title;
Objects each day to my arrival
Testy chiding from the burls
Shares about as well as squirrels
Mister Robin slowly quiets
Eases as the leaves fall
As soon as Roblettes leave the nest
There comes a fading to his breast
He’s gentle as he plots his freedom
And leaves behind his tiny kingdom.