Robin Redbreast one fine day.
Hopped across the lawn to play.
Pussy opened one large eye.
A juicy morsel he did spy.
Pussy rolled into a ball.
So Robin felt no fear at all.
But Pussy had some evil thoughts.
To grab poor Robin by his coat.
Robin ventured very near.
Right under Pussy's nose, oh dear.
Pussy sprang up full of glee.
He wanted Robin for his tea.
Robin said: You'll not catch me.
And flew into the nearest tree.
Pussy followed him in haste.
And through the branches he did chase.
Robin opened up his wings.
Tweet, he cried, good day.
Pussy growled and spat.
Robin flew away.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Robin Redbreast one fine day.
Hopped across the lawn to play.
Pussy opened one large eye.
A juicy morsel he did spy.
Pussy rolled into a ball.
So Robin felt no fear at all.
But Pussy had some evil thoughts.
To grab poor Robin by his coat.
Robin ventured very near.
Right under Pussy's nose, oh dear.
Pussy sprang up full of glee.
He wanted Robin for his tea.
Robin said: You'll not catch me.
And flew into the nearest tree.
Pussy followed him in haste.
And through the branches he did chase.
Robin opened up his wings.
Tweet, he cried, good day.
Pussy growled and spat.
Robin flew away.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016.
