The Robin and full Song....

The Robin

by Thomas Hardy


When up aloft
I fly and fly,
I see in pools
The shining sky,
And a happy bird
Am I, am I!

When I descend
Toward the brink
I stand and look
And stop and drink
And bathe my wings,
And chink, and prink.

When winter frost
Makes earth as steel,
I search and search
But find no meal,
And most unhappy
Then I feel.

But when it lasts,
And snows still fall,
I get to feel
No grief at all
For I turn to a cold, stiff
Feathery ball!

I was wishing for a blip tonight and even did a Blackberry Blip, but this cheeky chappy cam and landed on the fence and sang his heart out.
A better day at work today, and a meeting tomorrow with my team just to outline stuff that came out of the Managers meeting, nothing too taxing.