The Robin

A beautiful bird

Often visiting my garden for it's tea

Singing sad symphonies

Suppressed and strained

Almost bitter sweet

A visual treat

His puffy fluffy bright red breast

The fluidity of his singing -he knows best

Reflective phrases and solemn tunes

A symbol of solitude

The song bird of sadness

Singing his lonely melody

The old world -fly catcher - he's also known

Agile and free

A storm cloud bird - sacred to Thor

The God of Thunder -you can't ignore

An alternative legend of old

Foretold the Robins breast was scorched

Vibrant red for all to see

Fetching water for the souls in purgatory

They also tell of the Robins plight to sing to Jesus to ease his pain

Blood falling

Landing on his chest

Signifying

The Robin's Red Breast again!

A lasting legacy

For some

Good omens to see

Evoking memories of those no longer here

Feeling deep within your heart -that they are still near

The love still strong

Safely stored away

It never leaves or fades

For me I love to see them free

Darting back and forth their nest

Looking after their fledgling family

The wonderful Robin so cheeky and real

A pleasure to view

His music to feel

The song bird of sadness

Vibrant and true

Pictured on cards for his winning ways

Depicting the change of seasons too

Another gift from nature

Treasured by me and you xx

Written by Melanie Moses