Tuesday, 26 November 2024

The Robin

A Robin flew down from a local tree
while I sat on a bench musing history 
it decided to land ever so close
Staring at me with a knowing pose 
I gave a morsel of seed from my bread
the Robin ate well, until it was fed
a little chirp later flutter away
be great to see it again some day




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