Mister Robin.

The muffled silence of this winter garden

Sparkling with ice on the branches of trees

The festive season is here once again

Wild life still thrives even through this freeze

For snow has settled on every surface

Paw prints make patterns in the deep crisp snow

There amongst the branches he sits watching

Mister Robin`s bright red waist coat for show

Looking smart as he`s dressed in his finest

His chest puffed out with pride for all to see

Singing his song as he views the garden

From way up high in his snow covered tree

With black beady eyes darting all around

There`s nothing he`ll miss from his world on high

From the fat house cat to the grey pigeon

He`s waiting his supper, he`s so sly !

Love that the festive season has started

For white powered snow is found everywhere

Mister Robin is perched on my apple tree

Looking like a very smart millionaire!             



I remember watching a little red robin in my parents garden, 
It use to sit the handle of my father`s spade.

 © Lis Bull 2013