The robin was really rattled
When he climbed the Hawthorn tree
He sat upon a branch above all humanity
He sang with great gusto as he had always done
Yet, this evening was different
He heard another song
A rapid reply
From just around the corner, a tree nearby.
The days, weeks and months passed
I put out biscuit crumbs on the balustrade
One by one they reappeared, fed and sang
Coming down on a frantic frenetic food supply chain
Taking all the food they could back to their brood.
Then the fledglings came down
Hiding in the Buddleia trees making a high pitched sound
Letting there parents know where they could be found
For they were brown and waited for food to be pushed down
They loved the broken wholemeal biscuit.
As I was breaking up the biscuit
They feed from my hand
Showing me there family
Through a hand to mouth existence
In communion
Just as God walked with Adam and Eve
In the evening
Talking, singing, praising
For His ever faithful, providential, feeding hand.
Hugh K Henderson <><