Dear dauntless robin,

The Robin

I hear you well into the evening.

I hear you well before dawn.

And why of all the thrushes

Are your eggs the purest blue?

Each May/June I share your angst

As spotted fledglings bravely plunge

Into an unforgiving world.

Then, wistfully, I watch while

You fly flawlessly into tomorrow. 

VERSE  and PHOTO by BARRYtheBIRDER

The photograph above has appeared in this blogspot on a previous occasion.   It is one of my favourites and seemed to fit the occasion.   Please comment if you wish.

BtheB