Red Robin

Red robin,
Red robin
with your
violent red
blushing red
breast. Sharp
eyes and pointed
looked, like metal
gleeming in the sun reflecting
off dew from the morning rain.
Standing proudly with your vivacious
red chest radiating. Perched with pride
on a branch as if saying look at me world!
Look at me! And extol trills
of goodmornings.
Oh sweet Robin
how you look
so alive the most
through the
scope of a
Beretta 92FS
BB gun, at
4:00 a.m.