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Robin in the fig tree

by The Cheesesellers Wife

 

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
 Fights to the death for territory
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
That leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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Posted on December 18, 2016 at 6:24 PM in Kim, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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