Robin

He wakes to the morning sun
That fills the sky with warmth and love.

A warmth and love we take for granted?

His song is one that fills the air
With praise and joy
For all to share

His singing,
Sleek,
Magnificent beak,
I love to hear from every day of the week.

His crimson chest,
His beautiful breast,
Is a colour to boast of his heart.
His tiny heart
So full of love.

But that magic of his,
That charm he's filled with,
Is one which I can't live without.