~ Busy Little Robin ~
I watched a beautiful Robin
Upon my window sill,
With a bright red breast
And a pretty yellow bill.
Then I watched him fly away.
In minutes he'd returned,
Landed on the ground,
Gathering sticks I learned.
He flew into a tree, and chose a spot
To built a little nest,
With the grass and sticks he'd brought,
Working very hard, doing his very best.
He worked so endlessly, to me it seemed,
Flying back and forth without rest.
He ignored the life all around him,
Until he'd completed that little nest.
Now with his work all finished,
He looked on as if he were proud,
Knowing soon that little nest
Would soon contain a crowd.
Betty Hill ©2005
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