Last night, for the entire night, a Robin was singing outside my bedroom window. This is a common phenomena for some birds to sing all night because they can be confused by the street lights. It's an odd sound to hear Robins and Owls calling at the same time. Fair play to the Robin for keeping up his singing for a full 11 hours plus. As i listened to his unrelenting song it reminded me of a poem I once heard many years ago. I thought I would share this with you. It goes like this........
"As I awoke one morning, when all sweet things are born.
A Robin perched upon my sill to sing all coming morn.
He was fragile, sweet, gay and young and sweetly did he sing
and thoughts of happiness and joy in to my heart did ring.
I smiled sweetly at his song and paused beside my bed,
and gently closed the window, and squashed his bloody head!"
I look forward to a peaceful nights rest tonight.
Love nature. Love sleep!
P.S. No Robins were actually harmed in this anecdote.
