I don’t know what it is about Robins, but once I spot them I’m inspired! 
Wee Robin red-breast
sticking out your ample chest
puffing-up and puffing out
and flitting all about
Okay, okay! it’s your domain!
I’ll take my leave while you remain
dancing out your hissy-fit
and screaming like a twit!
Mar 08, 2013 @ 09:36:02
I feel the same about robins. A baby robin turned up at my front door one night. X
Mar 08, 2013 @ 12:06:24
Did you let Cujo out to play with him Ash?
xx
Mar 08, 2013 @ 10:55:12
The poem and the video are excellent! I like robins, too. They are so special. Blessings to you, Elizabeth…
Mar 08, 2013 @ 12:06:44
Thanks Carol Ann
Mar 08, 2013 @ 12:59:59
And we’re called over-protective parents!
Mar 09, 2013 @ 02:19:41
Robins are adorable and sweet. I like it as a name too. I enjoyed your poem-it rhymed so well.