poem by Sheena based on an original story by Nicola

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About a Robin

Red-breast on my window sill

Summer and winter,

Looking for crumbs,

Cheeky head bobbing.

Watching for the cat.

Pulls worms easily with the sharp beak,

From muddy ground.

Sometimes shares crumbs

With other birds

Sometimes under attack

From crows and ravens-

Nasty black birds I hate.

I’ll chase them away-

If I can.

I’ll watch red-breast and friends

From my window.   I see my cat come

But she does not chase the birds away.

So I’ll watch and watch

Until they fly away.

Sheena Thomson

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