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