My Robins always put down a deposit on their nest
A desirable residence, away from the rest
Behind the thickened clematis, out of the sun
Sheltered but warm.
The fibre from the basket is their favourite brick
Lined with the moss from the grass they pick
First one egg, two, then three
Perfect turquoise tears.
I often see them darting here and there
Working together so hard, their nest to repair
Subsidence to the property clear to see
Mystery attacker.
And their offsprings shrill cries I never hear
Natures reality means others' chicks are reared
The blackness of the Magpie no doubt to blame
See you both next year?
! ! ! ! ! The 3rd year the bloody magpies have had the robins nest in the garden after years of trying to encourage them in - Sorry, but I'm going to shoot the magpies from now on! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem CD, I love Robins so I agree... shoot the magpies! ! HG: -) xx