Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Mister Robin

The muffled silence of this winter garden
sparkling with ice on the laden 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

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 !

so glad the festive season`s 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 on the handle of my father`s spade.

 © Lis Bull 2016

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