The Robin And The Crow
© Kathy J Parenteau
A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in it's rays while staring at a cricket.
The crow looked very hungry the robin seemed content,
so he flapped his shiny wings and to the ground he went.
The cricket saw him coming and jumped away in a flash,
searching for some camouflage in an open field of grass.
The crow was disappointed outsmarted once again,
so he flew back to his perch and asked his feathered friend.
"Have you had your dinner tell me would you mind"
"I wondered if you'd share with me, could you be so kind?"
The robin fanned his wings and said "come follow me"
To his nest they flew at the top of an old oak tree.
Together they shared a feast the robin caught that day,
then they fell asleep passing the time away.
There's a lesson to be learned from the robin and the crow,
and carry this knowledge with you where ever you may go.
Friendship is a special thing it's always nice to share,
it shows the good inside of you so people know you care.
It's a care-free song that helps one to unwind.
A friendship that last long is very rare.
We just need to reach out more often and show folks we care.
Amen!
enjoyed the read
However, the Crow and the Robin have very different diets. Crows love carrion and grain and that is why farmers detest them. On the other hand, as far as I know, robins eat only angle worms. That's why you see them hopping along lawns, and then stopping to cock their heads to the side. They are listening for angle worms underground. When they hear one, they can easily catch it for a nice snack. I think you can make a children's poem of that about what some children find tasteful in food.
By the way, as I was growing up, I noticed that robins seem to be getting bigger every year from all those angle worms. I thought they might become big enough to hunt like quail, but I had second thoughts because woodcocks also eat angle worms and they taste terrible––I prefer pheasant. ;-)
Ron
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