Faithful Mate

She is content to sit and wait
In confidence her faithful mate
Will come with food he carries.

She has no doubt he will be there,
Bringing the tasty robin fare.
She's glad he never tarries.

No roadside bar tempts him to stop,
Of ale or beer, he takes no drop.
He's always in a hurry.

She sits upon the eggs of blue;
The loving job she has to do
And waits without a worry.

No temptress will delay his flight,
He has but one goal day and night,
The welfare of his lady.

He will not waver on the way
To where the eggs for new brood lay
In Camelia branches shady.

Some day real soon there will be more,
A lovely group of three or four.
Each one awaits its serving.

His lovely bride will join him then
And help to bring the fresh food in;
From duty never swerving.

Joyce 4/27/04