The most scruffy little robin
who usually hides from me
is friendly now that April's here
and i delightfully see
him waiting on the garden fence
for a feast he knows is free.
Fat mealworms placed in boxes
on windows and a nearby tree,
when he thinks i am not looking
he flies down cheekily,
but if the blue tits gets there first
he hovers like a bee.
When they’ve gone he oft looks sad,
“I hope they left some for me”
and if the feeders are empty
he waits so very patiently
for me to come outside once more
and hear his hungry plea.
Again he keeps his distance
his chirrups are sweet as can be,
fluttering his scruffy feathers
he preens them flirtatiously.
Such an enchantment in April
the little robin who hides from me.
© Stella Armour April 2015
