An Early Greeting

One morning as I walked alone, beneath an old oak tree
I paused now certain from above, a stare to be on me

Head upon my bended neck, eyes to branches wide
A Robin made her presence known, while opting not to hide

Assured she was to our fate, her sky and so my ground
Patiently, each did await, the other’s morning sound

Silence now, then suddenly, her call upon my being
Responding with a soft hello and thankful eyes for seeing

It was then I did expect my friend to fly away
However what I do recall, that lovely autumn day

She stood her ground above my head and it was I who flew
Trading places as we did, how quickly then I knew

One’s greeting is no different, be it morning bird
Sending down her sweet hello and all the more I heard

April 2009