The Robin

Work in progress - so hard to get the effects I can feel yet cannot capture.

The cut grass - thrown random - allows 

Single askance stalks - mind jerk blades

Sprung from mowing - a scattered rebellion 

Lone claims - defiant - against the imposition

Nowhere - now - a fluttered surprise

Thrill of wings - crisp - read breasted 

In this dewshine sun of morning

Not the round 'Ah' of Christmas 

A Robin's eye - a Robin's beak

Slick quick - hunts - by entrechat ripples 

Purposes action - gleans the structure - finds

Then - 'Hello mate' - something to eat

Reviews

[writing mojo]

The macro world is very collective in the micro-isms of your piece. I love the dashing actions and verbiage that bring to life with acoustic nature, prose plucked from afar perfectly..excellent

[Michael Oliver]

Glad you felt this piece - as you obviously did

[Sami Khalil]

In defiance, lone claims ripple in purposeful actions. In love, twain actions ripple in sacrificial purpose. A wonderful write on the robin...:)..........

[Michael Oliver]

Yeah your right - it is all about survival - thank you for reading.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)........................