Robin, Robin
Red-breasted Robin
Where were you hiding?
How did you know I was there?
You appeared at the first stab of my spade
Into the crusted soil
You were waiting like a Vulture
Anticipating I would reveal a taste of juicy worm
You are a solitary hunter
Confounding the adage
That birds of a feather flock together
Perhaps there is a mate; a Robina?
To share your life
Or do you live alone?
They say that your red breast
Symbolises the blood of Christ
I hope that he protects you
But he can’t protect the worms as well!