Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The robin comes every day now
Brown and red
Earth and fire
Creature of air
Sitting serenely on the wicker pot
Hopping from fence to tree
Looking through the window
Head cocked in curiosity
I think we all mimic
Without realising
3 humans standing
Rapt
Motionless
With heads to one side
While the robin assesses us
Calm
Confident
Free
And nabs the rice crispies
I threw out this morning.