Cock Robin

Lazily, without care it seemed, one eye half closed
The little warrior watched the field.
The plough bust the sod, seagulls wheeled and
Screamed in the sky.

No thrush’s anguished cries or panicked flight to
Disturbed the munching of a succulent fly,
He savoured the hunters bounty.

His vantage point high in the dyke back allowed him
To absorb all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes
Into his awareness.

Brave and bold, and not afraid to venture forth
His courage emblazoned on his breast.
He is Cock Robin, and this is his Kingdom.