There's a Robin in my kitchen And he doesn't want to leave Circling calmly around the room, But I need time to grieve. There's a Robin in the bedroom Does he want to be my guest? Onto bookcase and tops of heads, He seems to want to nest. There's a Robin on the feeder, Through ferns of frost I see Pom-pom bouncing branch to branch Staking territory with feathered glee. There's a Robin in the meadow, Nocturnal soloist in darkest night Sing your song, as notes fade to dark but burn bright, with breast alight. Stealing fire from the cold earth To make constellations shine be free my friend, fly onward, For you were never mine. Suzanne Fairless-Aitken