November Robins

Breast the colorOf weathered bricksShiny black headOf the maleDuller charcoal black Of the femaleDirty yellow beakFeathers charcoal greyBeads of black for eyesAccentuated by rings of whiteIt is the eyesWhich captivateSeeming to penetrate Deeply into my soulThey remain fixedNot deterredBy my return gazeIn IrelandThe robin (spideog) Is considered to beSacredBelieved to haveAcquired its red chest fromContinue reading “November Robins”