A Bird In My Garden

I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red I have found its nest on a tall tree by my house’s side It frequents my garden to catch the ladybirds in hide Having a lively home with fledglings not yet ready for flight, Flying to them with worms tucked in its beak is a usual sight From branch to branch it flits, singing songs merry With its sharp beak, pecking at clusters of red cherry On rainy days in inclement weather, once when it is wet, Smoothens its ruffled feathers staying under leaves, so quiet Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep In my ears as the lovely strains of its melody fall to rest All my vexations go to roost, making me feel so blest. As I keep listening, my gloomy self with fresh comfort fills And my sentient heart, with overwhelming joy thrills Feb.10. 2023 A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest Sponsor – Julia Ward