WAITING FOR INSPIRATION
Sitting at the computer hoping for inspiration to come,
Wanting those special words through my mind to run
To write a poem that would cheer someone this day,
When through the window I saw a robin pass my way.
Perched on one of the branches of our bare blossom tree,
All weary and worn that lone poor robin looked to me,
There was seed but he did not seem to want to feed,
Maybe other nourishment at that moment was his need.
He did not fly away when I hung a big suet ball outside,
Was he so tired he did not have the energy to go and hide?
The freezing rain came pounding down so relentlessly,
I wondered, were his wings frozen? What help could I be.
Was he my inspiration this poor tired, half frozen bird,
Telling of the things I did and what later on occurred?
I found an old sweater and placed it on the wet ground,
Put warm water in a bowl with glycerine that I found.
Later on there he sat on the sweater bathing each wing,
Oh, how my happy heart with joy then began to sing,
Next morning he was gone, managed to fly away
I wonder if I’ll know him if he comes again my way?
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 January 2005