A Song of Spring

The quintessential bird of spring,

I am participating in #SOL. Thanks for this opportunity to write, read, and grow.

When will you appear in my backyard?

Last year, early March brought you here.

Yellow-beaked with orange breast,

Hopping across lawns to stalk earthworms.

Never in a big hurry,

Early morning bird,

Tugging your favorite food out of the soil.

You’ll find fruit later in the day.

I listen for your low cuck notes;

Your clear lilting whistles.

You love to sing!

I hope to see you soon,

Sweet bird.

Do you remember this song?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttAaOZo2-8M

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along, along

There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song

Wake up, wake up you sleepy head

Get up, get out of your bed

Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red

Live, love, laugh and be happy

What if I were blue, now I’m walking through the fields of flowers

Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours

I’m just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along