"The Robin"

Early Blip again I'm off to Firhill again don't know if I can stand the excitement of Firhill twice in one week. Back in the garden on the Bird trail and here is our little Robin. I had an Uncle who's party piece was a poem about a Robin which we always laughed at. This of course was about 55 years ago. Well have to get the thermals on as we have snow flakes falling as I type and the sky is very grey.

As i awoke one morning,
when all good things are born
A robin perched upon my sill to welcome the coming morn.
He was so small and fragile and sweetly he did sing, of thoughts of joy and happiness into my heart did spring.
I smiled to myself as i stood beside my bed
I gently closed the window and crushed it's tiny head.