My Old Robin Friend Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

Young Alan in the bushes there!
How are you? How does your father fare?
He always was a merry fellow
Back in spring when all turned green,
But now when all is turning yellow,
He’s not on tree or table seen.

We used to be good mates back then,
We’d tease and mock the little wren.
You look like him but slightly thinner.
Not so round and ruddy cheeked,
More pale, and more in need of dinner.
Like him if all his fat had leaked!

I saw him when he made your nest,
The twigs he found were always the best.
I remember his red breast proudly heaving!
But I fear your silence says it all.
I wish he’d told me he was leaving,
Or simply given me a call!