“Red Robin”

Alert you sit on the perch.
Hearing your song, brings hope.
Your red amongst the greys and browns is pleasing.
How graciously you eat the food you find.
Delicate you may look, yet so strong in the wind you are.
What a blessing to see you, even if it is fleeting.
Thank you for visiting my window to the world.

“Anticipation”

Looking around you, unsure if it is polite to look in one direction.
Fearful of possible compulsions.
Yet the craving deep inside, won’t leave you be.
Longing for the sweet delicacies.
A flutter of the wind stirs the wonderful smells.
A little longer you wait, drawing out the expectation.
Graciously you extend your neck, taking a delicacy.
Tentatively you move it around to taste it all.
The hunger pushes once more, be damned with the expectation.
Biting down, oh that first taste is so pleasurable.
Anticipation is soo better tasted than felt.