Just like an overactive child, the robin
Twitches upon the empty feeder ring.
Surveying the ground below, he studiously bends
Before furiously fluffing his tail feathers.
Next moment he’s scrapping his beak across the metal,
Before swooping and scurrying across the ground.
Back and forth he travels, up and down,
Impatient, never standing still.

Spent dinner watching a young robin through our windows.
(17.06.25)

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Photo by Valentina Curini on Unsplash