Sat on my own on a summers day
lunch box open in a casual way.
Out of my eye I caught a flash
a small red breast in a dark green patch.
The smell of the grass,fresh mown today
left much longer,it would have turned to hay!
The sun is hot,the summers here
but up in a tree my friend is near.
There is NO snow,
NO frosty morn
my friend the "Robin" is not long born.
He comes to share my lunch each day
perched on a branch not far away.
I often chat,
and say hello
to my little feathered friend.........