Robin in the Fig Tree

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
he pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
fights to the death for territory.
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
that leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub.
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

15 thoughts on “Robin in the Fig Tree

  1. Wonderful! I believe you when you say YOUR robin has read Ted Hughes! Thanks, as always, for a dash of wit and poetic joy. As I’m reading this all I have is a squirrel poised atop the bird feeder stealing suet and looking pleased with himself. I am certain he has not read Ted Hughes. Maybe Banjo Paterson.

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