On Hearing A Yellow Robin

A windy and a wet October day But in the woodland just across the way A yellow robin's ticking song I do hear His kind in the wood can be heard at most times of year With yellow unders and uppers of bluish grey Of human kind not shy in any way In cup nest of bark and lichen in tree fork the female two to three red spotted green eggs lay And mostly on the ground they hunt for their insect prey In or near woods birds one does often see Often clinging sideways to trunk of tree With head tilted sideways looking towards the ground On the lookout for insects crawling around Yellow robin is their common name Not shy of humans they seem almost tame.