In robinspeak: Look at me!
I call from minaret of tree!
Look up! I cannot wait all day
to sing my song and say my say!
Raise your eyes and tilt your head!
You’ve met your feet — look up instead!
The sky is grey and winter lingers;
wrap up tight and mitten your fingers,
or be like me and weather the weathers
by bellowing full your winter feathers.
Rise above! Stretch out your wings!
You humans are such starchy things!
I grant there’s good stuff in the dirt,
but too much looking down can hurt.
Look up and see the endless skies —
your spirit needs the exercise!
What risk to you, oh, you clay-bound,
when both your feet stay on the ground?
Dare to snub the daily strife
and defy the gravity of life!
Yes, dear reader, that’s what the robin said. I heard it myself.
Away and away,
One
The day explodes with light
Somewhere in this barrenness
Oddments 