Thursday, May 28, 2020

Two Robins


She sits quietly

warming a clutch of blue eggs

waiting for hatchlings—



He sits in a nearby spruce

singing her a love song



-Linda Kulp Trout








 A big thank you to Mary Lee at A Year of Reading for hosting this week's Poetry Friday.

17 comments:

  1. So sweet...the clutch, the sitting and the love song. You are a fortunate window watcher.

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    1. Thank you, Linda. I love staring out the window, but I always wonder if my human neighbors think I'm spying on them. : )

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    2. Lol! Too bad...so conceited!

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  2. Beautiful, Linda. I love that papa robin seems to know what his family needs. :)

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    1. Thank you, Bridget. I wondered if the robin sitting nearby was the papa, so I did some research and found that the male robin does that. : )

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  3. Lovely.

    That look in her eye in the photo...is she listening to his song, or wondering when he'll bring her a snack?!? :-)

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  4. Beautiful love poem, Linda! I don't know where the robin is nesting, but I see them pecking around every day!

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  5. Linda, yep! We have a lot of robins around here!

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  6. What a sweet love poem, Linda!

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  7. There's nothing like having a balcony seat at the concert!

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  8. Sweet poem, Linda. Love song to mother robin is a lovely way to end your poem.

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  9. I love this, Linda! Thanks for posting...

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