There’s something so special
about seeing a Robin
Perched on the line
Where I hang out my washing 

Looking majestic
with its ‘puffed out’ red breast
looking adorable 
whilst stopped for a rest

They usually appear 
In the depths of our winter
bringing colour to bleakness 
when frosty and bitter

Some believe they’re a sign
from loved ones who’ve left
which gives them some comfort 
In times of bereft 

Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas 
Without our red breasted friend 
adorning our Christmas cards
we lovingly send 

Remember to feed them
it’s a small price to pay
for the pleasure they bring us
before they fly on their way..