Little robin in my tree
Tilting its head and watching me.
Its body bouncing on the limb
Sun’s a setting and daylight dims.
Little robin fly home and rest
Cuddle up warm in your nest.
Tomorrow will bring a brand new day
And your branch will be here for you to stay.
Saw a little robin sitting outside my window in the tree next to my apartment. It was watching me type away on the windowsill. Every time I looked at him he would tilt his head. This poem – although not one of my best – came to my mind and I wanted to share it. The picture isn’t mine. I wanted to take a picture of him but all I had was my cellphone and the resolution of the pictures were carp. Yes, I typed carp on purpose so don’t correct me. I’m trying to lessen my swearing in my life so that translates to more creative swearing in my blog.
Anywho, that is all for now. 🙂