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Robin in the Garage

Love is in the air
though it be frost tinged at night
and grey chill and whistling in the day

And its more than caroling
high tyeep tyeep tyeep
followed by basso tut-tut-tut.

For though I clean garage sill bare
By evening before dusk
There is a new nest there.

So no real surprise why
Spring is Love's season
For its flown in everywhere.

Robin in the Hood

Deception is so simple
it appears as truth without disguise
red-breast, strutting imperiously
woe to be a worm.

Across the lawn an eagle eye
dare to once wriggle
(coming up for a fresh of air?)
become a robin's gulp and giggle.

So to my utter surprise
I see in purple laden mulberry
Not just one red breast
Savoring the fruit like a sherry.

Robins in the Mulberry

I check my perceptions
blinking vigourously to clear my eye
yep, not one but three
red breasts guarding the tree.

I now know the worm gulpers
fancy a much finer fair
if they defend boisterously
refusing to scare or share

with the local bully pair
Blue Jays no other bird dare
tangle with in branch or air -
what robin pugilistic flare!

So if these dinosaur fossils
Have a few eons of sparring
Under their wings
what about the walking beasts ?

Robin Porched

A flight of fantasy yet to come -
I thought as I heard wrestling on the porch.

Takk Takk takk schherbum
takk takk takk Takk schherrploom.
A robin had gotten stuck between the window
and the pegboard
TAKK, takk Takk increased in frenzy
as I watched through the window
the robin thought it could just
fly through but to only repeats of
takk takk takk scherrplunk.

It seemed the robin would break its beak
or knock itself into a bird brain
as it launched itself relentlessly
against the windows as the pegboard held it in
takk Takk TAKK .. scherrrbum.

Taak takk takk scherrrbump
So I immediately pulled aside the pegboard
And expected the robin to flyout,
but
takk takk takk shherrplunk
told me not so.
The robin had imprinted
on the obvious way out
takk Takk TAKK TAKKK.. scherbump
takk takk takk takk shhherplunk.

Takk TAKK TAKK TAKK scherrrboom
Not sure what to do
A thought rushed out the door
and charged the window
Takk Tak and then back and up and out the door
the robin flew to new heights,
but I ...

I felt like a revelation of my wandering amie
a glimpsing flash of my desperation as
takk takk takk takk scherrrbum.

Thanks to Mary Mullowney for the stylistic idea.

Morning Soulmate Doves

Coo Coo Coo
calls to Venus
and her star chorus
all at the crisp, crumbling
break of dawn,

Coo coo Coo
so cold amber and sienna
turn to chill gray
sprig sprayed frost
in caw caw caw,

Coo coo coo
repeats her siren song
echoes as pleadings pliant
an alchemy of stirrings as affection
but still chill Nimbus fog,

Coo Coo coo
not cruel or mocking
but like brown oak leafs rustling
still clinging to winter branch's sweigh
Craw craw craw,

Coo Coo Coo
As if mourning this way
will insinuate itself
where there are no like embers
Haw Haw Haw.