Little Robins

The robin tends to her young

She make sure

They get every worm

Before the day is done

The mom will do anything

To make sure they are fed and safe

Moments become days on end

Before too long

It’s time to spread those wings at last

The nurturing time is over

It’s time for this new task

Time to learn and grow

On their own

The wind will help their bodies flow

Don’t be afraid little ones

Your mom is ready to let go

She can’t wait to see what you will become


(C) Carly Wiggins May 2022


A robin in Vermont I saw inspired this poem. Her babies were about to born. I even blew her a kiss and she cocked her head, wiggled her butt and opened her mouth. She gave me such a look that said, ”You better leave me alone and my babies when they are born.” She was such a good protective mother. Here’s a picture of her:

Here are some cool facts about robins.

https://journeynorth.org/tm/robin/facts_characteristics.html