Poem -

Little Robin red breast

Ah dear robin,
Small and astute
Do you come from heaven
This we must dispute

You don your red breast
And fly out in the snow
My window cill your nest
You, I do not know

My love says you mean something
A reincarnated soul
To me you're a form of beauty
Which mortals do not know

have you the soul of another
Could you be divine
You're An important part of nature
You're An important part of mine

What my love said I give a thought
As I watch your wings flutter
For that piece of bread you got
Would you like to have some butter