The red robin,
Something we now hear on the radio.
“Yummm”.
But when I first saw one I was so young.
Instead of a symbol, it was really there.
How rare.
Flocks of birds glided together as the red robin sat on her own.
They chirped and chirped all of them at once.
Like a noisy high school cafeteria during lunch.
It was so peaceful.
And beautiful too.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
But they had tones and tunes.
Above planes went by every 10 minutes.
The airport was in close distance.
Another 10 minutes passed then something caught my eye.
The robin was back still on her own.
You could tell by her demeanor she traveled alone.
Neither scared nor frightened by the other birds in sight.
But sat there in peace with all her might.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
The red robin,
Something we now hear on the radio.
“Yummm”.
But when I first saw one I was so young.
Instead of a symbol, it was really there.
How rare.
Flocks of birds glided together as the red robin sat on her own.
They chirped and chirped all of them at once.
Like a noisy high school cafeteria during lunch.
It was so peaceful.
And beautiful too.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
But they had tones and tunes.
Above planes went by every 10 minutes.
The airport was in close distance.
Another 10 minutes passed then something caught my eye.
The robin was back still on her own.
You could tell by her demeanor she traveled alone.
Neither scared nor frightened by the other birds in sight.
But sat there in peace with all her might.
