The robin

Written by: Seren Roberts

He sits there tweeting merrily
Happy to be alive
Had ate all the seeds he needs
Probably too heavy to fly

So he sits, looking over the view
At what flowers are left to peruse
Cos jack frost has been about
And they have all got the wilting blues.

He fluffs out his chest
Cos someone points the lens
He wants to look his best
When they take a pic of him

He huffs and he puffs
So much so
He fell off his perch
Into the snow

A picture was taken
He wasn't looking his best
Rather bedraggled  in a heap
With a flower across his chest.