Theme: Food

Food for thought

Territorial in his domain
Robin redbreast’s beady eye
Alights upon a fat ball.
Plump and conspicuous
A tough little guy.

He fights for his breakfast.
Does combat for lunch,
Finds time to sing and call.
Clearing up scraps
From my half-eaten brunch.

What shall we have for supper?
The cookery books and pictures,
Through the recipes trawl.
Drooling over the food porn cards
But I can’t cook is a bit of a stricture.

If only I were the robin hanging on the feeder
And he were the foodie book reader,
Would life be simpler or harsher?

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