My ‘Red Robin’

Why are you so nervous Oh pretty little bird ?
Is it the rumbles in the distance of the thunder that can be heard ?
Or perhaps because you are so small
there will be predators around
God help you tiny feathered friend
If one is hungry & you are found

Peeping from inside my window I watch you as you feed
You appear never to be comfortable
Constantly watching, taking heed
What a way to have to live !
How I feel sorry for your sad plight
Tho I am in awe as I study the sheer beauty of your sight

Your minute wings are barely visible
they blend in with your coloured chest
 How I adore the plumage on your coat,
that familiar crimson vest
I see you in my garden 
almost every single day
You are out there in all weathers
Spring thru to Winter, come what may

I take the time to jot these lines, my dedication to you
Yet I realise you shan’t read them 
that’s just something you can’t do
But never-the-less I appreciate that you visit me each day
I pray that nothing harms you my ‘Red Robin’
& forever you may stay❤️