Mister RobinThe muffled silence of this winter gardensparkling with ice on the branches of treesthe festive season is here once againwildlife still thrives even through this freezefor snow has settled on every surfacepaw prints make patterns in the deep crisp snowthere amongst the branches he sits watchingMister Robin`s bright red waist coat for showlooking smart as he`s dressed in his finesthis chest puffed out with pride for all to seesinging his song as he views the gardenfrom way up high in his snow covered treewith black beady eyes darting all aroundthere`s nothing he`ll miss from his world on highfrom the fat house cat to the grey pigeonhe`s waiting for his supper, he`s so sly !love that the festive season has startedfor white powered snow is found everywhereMister Robin is perched on my apple treelooking like a very smart millionaire!
© Lissie Bull 2021
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