Not a vision I wanted, no,
On this April day of spring …
Seemed closer to September,
Autumn if anything.
I poured a cup of coffee,
The modem was slow today …
Read some writer’s poems,
Just to begin my day.
Though raining quite heavily,
The birds were all a twitter …
Gossips exchanging news
On the roofs and the antennas.
Then on my loggia I heard him,
His chirping, some sharp tweets …
Yes, there upon the railing stood,
The Robin and how he sang so sweet.
This Robin has come to visit,
Every morning of this past week …
But I could never catch him,
In a photograph.
As soon as I approach the door,
With my camera at the ready,
He flits off into the sky …
Coming back, when it’s too late.
So slowly I turned round,
I was sitting at my computer…
Put on my zoom and focused him,
Though I knew the shot would be blurry.
This is my little friend, Robin …
He visits every morning,
He makes me smile on the darkest days
With his merry melody.
Written for dVerse : Open Link Night April 2014