Resting Robin

Robin red breast sitting on a tree stump

alone in the sunshine, and I faced her rump

stolen moment of rest

for a bird of red breast

unknowingly she posed for me

quietly perched on the dead tree

snapped a zoomed pic

she disappeared quick

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Robin red breast sitting on a tree stump

Alone

enjoying her dais in a spot of sun

a stolen moment of respite

ended by the intruders’s photo

she hopped into the brush

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As I walked a short trail, I came upon the robin. She was relaxed and watching the surroundings, looking right and left, as the sun warmed her. Not wanting to frighten her, I stopped. Then I took another step and zoomed the phone camera, realizing if I tried to get closer she would fly away. I got the photo but she knew she had been spotted and hopped off into the brush.

Thanks for enjoying the Robin with me.

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