Robins are not just for Christmas

This bird visits every day;
Sits at my kitchen window
As if he had something to say.
And even after I've fed him
With his favourite sunflower seeds,
He'll continue to gaze through the window
Before he bobs down and feeds.
A nibble or two and he's back again,
Up on the garden wall,
As if to say, there's no hurry,
And he holds me still in thrall.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

At last it looks and feels like Maytime! Wonderful!
Hope it stays like this for the weekend. Have a good one.