Thursday’s Robin is red of breast ♥️
Our welcome lunch guest
He came and perched himself quite close to us, as we were having lunch al fresco.
The Woodlands tea rooms
Santon bridge
Cumbria
England
A MINOR BIRD
Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
Thursday’s Robin is red of breast ♥️
Our welcome lunch guest
He came and perched himself quite close to us, as we were having lunch al fresco.
The Woodlands tea rooms
Santon bridge
Cumbria
England
A MINOR BIRD
Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.