Avian Seasons

The robin hops along the ground,
Brings us no surprise.
But cardinal with his bright red crest,
Is a wonder to our eyes.

The robin looks for rising prey;
Earthworms bask in the rain,
The cardinal detects seeds that lay,
From the bird feeder, dropped grain

The herbivore and carnivore,
Both feed upon the ground;
Robin’s feed can slip into earth’s door;
Cardinal’s seed stays around.

So we see the robin quickly hop,
His dinner to protect;
Cardinals calmly pick what they see drop,
Perhaps, the best select.

With winter time a change comes ’round;
The worm comes up no more;
Mr. Robin flies to unthawed ground,
Feeds perkily as before.