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
