One, make that two, big fat robins

skittered across the drive away from me

as though I had caught them up to no good,

which is likely true since they were near the trash bin.  Mmhmm.

I would be disgusted, except that they looked so silly with their puffed up red breasts

and their rush to get away while trying to look cool.  Beaks up, heads back.

I suppose where there are two, there are four, or eight.

From the sounds of things around here, the entire clan has arrived to take up residence

while we are distracted by snowfall and plagues.

Salute, brothers robin!   Glad you could make it.


rJo Herman




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