The Eastern Yellow Robins Poem by Francis Duggan

At the verge of the wood their ticking sort of song
Is one that once heard one can never get wrong
With unders of yellow and head and uppers of gray
Birds that i see often though not every day
With spiders and insects, grasshoppers, moths and flies in their diet
To see them clinging to tree trunks a familiar sight
Whilst looking in silence and intently towards the ground
For insects on leaf litter crawling around,
Of human kind they do show so little fear
And they never fly off and hide when to them i am near
They search for food all day from dawn's early light
Till the gloam of late evening just before darkness of night,
The eastern yellow robins birds i often see
Searching for insects on ground or on bush or on tree.