Sigh Robin Sigh
A robin red breast came to rest,
her wings from flight over night.
Far away from the habitat,
to which she was accustom.
An ordinary sight
common to the watcher’s of birds,
however, I wish to speak about
a rare delight of which you’ve never heard.
I could speak about the swallow,
but that would be difficult to follow.
A canary, a cardinal, a sparrow,
a cockatoo, a hawk, a mockingbird perched on a barrow.
This breathtakingly, beautiful, high tone yellow breasted robin capture my eye,
set a blame an instant passion amidst a powder blue sky.
Dazzled and dazed by this heavenly creature,
I unconsciously did everything I could as my heart tried to reach her.
As I inched closer she soared out of sight,
awake from my trance she returned the next night.
I gazed upon her magnificence it felt so bizarre,
not knowing what to do, I wish to be right where you are.
She returned the next day and I gave her to eat,
her company I kept and the lady so sweet.
It became a place of comfort as we lay on the floor,
that each day we returned for more and more.
Then one day the chemistry was gone,
my Robin flew off,
as it died that which was born.
I wonder how my Robin is?
I wonder if she sighed?
It was so hard for me to get her vision out of my life.
Sigh Robin, sigh.