There's a robin at my window with a song
In the sunshine of the Autumn he's alive
It may seem that to a robin nothing's wrong
All he does is all he must do to survive
There's a sparrow on the feeder eating seeds
To the sparrow I'm provider of the best
He just sings and I will answer to his needs
Doesn't ever give a thought to all the rest
There's a blackbird hunting gribblies on the grass
And his wife is sitting idly to one side
Every now and then she sings to make a pass
When a cat appears the two of them will hide
There's a bluetit doing headstands on the nuts
Is he eating or just having lots of fun
I wonder if the birds think they are stuck in ruts
Filling roles they've been alloted one by one
With a sigh I must return to earning pay
I think I'd much rather be a bird today
A contest entry
- Clean and Simple by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended October 20, 2008, 19 entries
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Robins in Autumn vs. harbingers of Spring? Singing? What a strange and wondrous land is your England!
The poem looks at the birds in the garden with a sense of quiet, but not necessarily of peace. In the birds’ routines the poet sees much for which they should be happy, but wonders if they chafe at the sameness of it all. He reveals in his last two lines that he is transferring some of his own discontent for his own routine of keeping body and soul together.
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My Robin never shuts up!!!
But he actually sings hardest if there are no meal worms put out by 8am!
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Oooh i luuuuurved this
its so clever about how simple life is when youre a bird, awesome. if i was a bird i would wanna be a Raven, part because i love wearing black part because i like the poe poem 
i digressed 
i dont know what gribblies are but the poem is just lovely WTG good luck in the contest
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You are a very lucky man to see so much from your window, many (including me) would envy you the sights of nature that you can see so readily.
You have bought them to life with your words...thank you
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I marvel at this delicate perceptive write about these amazing creatures-how very busy they always are and how very grateful we are for them-
Bless you and this beautiful poem-
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Only you could get "tit" and "nuts" into the same line, in a poem that isn't dirty!
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