CONTEMPLATIVE ROBIN
Sitting on the fence in our northen back yard,
A robin sat still as though he was thinking hard,
Head on one side, then the other in a special way,
As if he was thinking, shall I go or shall I stay.
He thinks, the weather is still mild, seed everywhere
As kind humans want to feed wild creatures out there,
There are still berries both in bushes and on the trees,
As yet there seems to be no frost on the morning breeze.
He did not seem to care that we were watching him,
He seemed oblivious of the small amount of din
That comes to our small town, he just sat alone, there,
In deep contemplation and of all things unaware.
Most of his friends went south just a few days ago,
But this little one no desire for a long flight did show,
There he goes, off into the bright blue sky on fast wing
To the tree tops, I wish his sweet song he still did sing.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 September 2005