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The Robin’s Song
Upon a branch above the harbour
Robin rests during winters ardour
Shivers as he braces for cold wind’s chill
Hunger pangs call for stomach to fill
His voice silent he hears two feet trudge
Shuffling closer, struggling he adjudges
He looks down on the forlorn figure
Lost and alone and without vigour.
He calls out to her with his birdsong
Puffs out his red breast he sings so strong
She stops, looks up and then she listens
Calm harmony from rendition
He hops from the branch to the next tree
Continues to sound his melody
Entranced she follows he leads her on
From tree to tree he flutters along
He leads to a hall. Port in a storm
Lights inside are on, maybe its warm
On the door a welcome to the hub
Open to all says come join our club
Robin flies past as the door ajar
Haven of hope, she has walked so far
Sits at a table offered a meal
No charge she’s told that is the deal
A Christmas meal for anyone alone
Heats up her heart and even her bones
Eats her dinner, the Robin alights
On the table sings to much delight
Crumbs of kindness fill his appetite
Warm and satisfied time to take flight
She watches with a smile given the scope
By a bird’s voice led to haven of hope.
Merry Christmas
Upon a branch above the harbour
Robin rests during winters ardour
Shivers as he braces for cold wind’s chill
Hunger pangs call for stomach to fill
His voice silent he hears two feet trudge
Shuffling closer, struggling he adjudges
He looks down on the forlorn figure
Lost and alone and without vigour.
He calls out to her with his birdsong
Puffs out his red breast he sings so strong
She stops, looks up and then she listens
Calm harmony from rendition
He hops from the branch to the next tree
Continues to sound his melody
Entranced she follows he leads her on
From tree to tree he flutters along
He leads to a hall. Port in a storm
Lights inside are on, maybe its warm
On the door a welcome to the hub
Open to all says come join our club
Robin flies past as the door ajar
Haven of hope, she has walked so far
Sits at a table offered a meal
No charge she’s told that is the deal
A Christmas meal for anyone alone
Heats up her heart and even her bones
Eats her dinner, the Robin alights
On the table sings to much delight
Crumbs of kindness fill his appetite
Warm and satisfied time to take flight
She watches with a smile given the scope
By a bird’s voice led to haven of hope.
Merry Christmas
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