“Cheerio, Cheerio!”
Even when he doesn’t feel so.
The sign of spring
we all await.
The male sings
to court his mate.
At dawn, he sings his song,
to our pleasure or dismay,
readies us
to greet the day.
Suitors’ contests
win the day,
within mid-air
and bright display.
Lady Robin builds her nest
anyplace, anywhere,
as blue eggs
birth the babies bare.
The fledgling
follows mama ‘round
till papa brings
the chick skybound.
And all throughout,
we feel the joy
that yellow beaks,
red breasts, employ.