Red robin, Red robin
you are so lovely with your
violent red blushing breast,
sharp and pointed
eyes that, gleamed like
metal in the sun reflecting
off morning dew.
Standing proudly with
your vivacious red chest
radiating. Perched with
pride on a branch outside
my windowpane as if
saying look at me world!
Look at me while I stand
O! sweet Red Robin
while you did look
brilliant you appear
so much more alive
through the scope of
my Beretta 92FS BB
gun, at 4:49 a.m.
seconds before I
pulled the
trigger.