“Each morning on my window sill
A little robin sits.
He stays around for a while,
Then away he flits.”
“Is it me he comes to see,
(Perhaps he likes my company ?)
Or is it the piece of cake I leave,
That he pecks at gleefully.”
“He makes me smile, it cheers me so
To watch him eat his fill.
To see him happily eating cake,
Dining, on my window sill.”
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017


