Robin All-Alone Poem by Lesley McDade

Why are you always on your own,
Robin Redbreast, Robin all-alone?
Perched on my fence you sing your song
With bright eyes watching other birds throng
In twos and threes and sometimes more
To eat the crumbs outside my door.
When they have gone you have your fill,
Then you sit on my window sill.

Robin Redbreast, Robin all-alone,
When Spring comes and the snow is gone,
Perhaps you will bring your lady love
And build a nest in the tree above.
Or in a crevice, or old tin can,
A rusty kettle, or rusty old pan.
Then I could watch your young all day,
Until they learn to fly away.

Phyllis Jermy Deceased - my Grandmother