Amongst the snow in my back garden this morning, I saw a Robin rushing around looking for the food and seed that I had put out a few days ago. Then the first email I saw in my in box was was from an ex-Navy friend of mine and made me laugh.
As I awoke last Sunday, a bright and sunny morn
A robin perched upon my sill, to greet the coming dawn.
I listened quiet for a while, so cheerful he did sing
Sweet thoughts of love and happiness, to my mind did spring.
I listened quiet for a while, then creeping from my bed,
I gently shut the window, and crushed his bloomin’ head.
My friend assures me that no Robins were hurt in the writing of this poem!
Beasley's Place 