And the little red robin comes bob-bob-bobbing along

Flitting onto branches, singing his oh, so sweet song

Not a care in the world has he, except to find food 

Which he does with so little effort expended too ...



If only it were so easy for real people to do this

Then our lives would be so much better blessed

For all we would need do is spread wings and fly

Landing on some tree or bush up there so high



Then tugging quickly at the object of our prey

Wolfing it down in a hurry as whatever it is lays

Still - waiting for the agony to be quite soon over

It's amazing they don't struggle more or take cover



But the problem may be to do with so much camouflage

As the birds and other wild animals often take charge

By hiding under other clothes, or skins, or other guise

And thus - the smaller creatures are taken by surprise



For those birds and other animals aren't what they seem

Some of them can be other things and many other beings

Like that little red bird who'd dropped onto branch so full

The one who looked to be a robin but was really a cardinal



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

10:40am Sunday April 5th, 1998