He pecked and pecked that night
the little beggar
For I quietly watched him
as dark stole in

To rob from me the redness
of his rich breast
The chubby joy he gave
in days last minutes

Was anything but wasted
providing peace
As I waited for my tea
served with love

That I had for the robin
with his jaunty ways
And as rain touched the window
I gave him to the night.