Robin Redbreast fluffed his feathers
and looked at me from the corner of his shiny bright eye.
I hardly breathed as I adjusted my focus
to capture his beauty
before he hopped out of the picture
and then flew away.
It's always worth looking up.
Do the birds say the same about looking down?
I wonder what it feels like to sit high up upon a tree?
Knowing that if the wind blows hard
to shake their branch
they can fly away.
How lovely to be a bird
and not ask when or how or why!