The Robin Redbreast

[Southern Scarab]

For years I have studied
your melancholic melodies,
the repetitions and motifs.

Early morning blues,
simple call and response,
an aching soul transformed.

Late night doxologies;
bright ethereal warbles
that floated to the stars.

And finally I understand.
I have deciphered your song.

It is...

"Fuck off you bastard!! I live here!!"

Mmm, 'doxologies' ~
Love it. Wanna sew this poem on a couch pillow and make the guests laugh