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Does he know he is being watched?

This migratory, red-breasted bird

Who visits my garden every day

Does he realise the pleasure he brings?

Scurrying through the nasturtiums

Side by side with the sparrows and tits

Does he feel my presence?

As he negotiates his next move

Favouring my garden above others

Does he realise how he makes my spirit soar?

As he sits on the fence fluffing his feathers

My pretty, loyal friend Robin

Copyright 2009 Valerie Thorley

love this poem, so special a robin, our friend who brings messages of the Dead* (spirit).

wonderful ty so much hugs sky xxx