robin redbreast
by
Anne Yanchyshyn
midst patches of snow and daffodils, too
the march winds of scotland were making me cold
and pride in our robin was making me bold
you poor little fellow, you're so tiny, so slow
don't they feed you enough you've forgotten to grow
our canadian robin has a ruddy breast too
but he's a giant at least four times bigger than you
the littlest of creatures can put you in your place
i was a visitor but where was my grace
he looked me in the eye his voice a mere hush
yours isn't a robin it's really a thrush
