Snow White’s Robin

Day 21 of napowrimo

 

 

I saw her coming closer

She didn’t see me hide

I watched her knock on the door

I flew onto the roof.

No one answered, she stepped inside

I flew to the window sill.

She looked around the little house

I kept very still

She counted all the chairs

I was brave and hopped inside

She counted all the cups and plates

i watched her as she moved

she climbed the stairs and counted beds

i flew to the edge of the room

She lay down on the little bed

I hopped onto the post

She closed her eyes and dozed right off

I closed my eyes as well.

Suddenly I heard loud shouts

My feathers shook

‘Who is this girl’ a little man said

I wanted just to hide

She opened her eyes and said ‘hello’

The little men stood back

‘Hello little robin were you looking after me?’

She asked as she stroked my head

I nodded slowly and looked around

The seven men were not pleased

‘I’m Snow White, can i stay a while?’

She asked the one with the ears

They nodded slowly, no one spoke

She got right out of bed.

And with that they followed her down the stairs

And i flew overhead

She made them dinner

We all sat down

And that’s how the story started

As for the bad bits

We will skip them now

I rather like the way it is

Happiness and lots of smiles

Snow white, seven dwarves and

Me the little red robin

Who watched the story unfold.

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Free as a bird

Cage door opens

bird perches on the edge

Unsure of whats outside

of the bars of the cage

 

Hesitantly,launches

bird flies fast and high

landing high in a tree

Bird is free

 

I want to be, Free as a bird

to choose what I do

When I have a holiday

Take a break for lunch

 

Not to be on the hamster wheel

Not to be dictated too

Self sufficient, live my life

As free as a bird, not locked in a cage

Gentle Start

Coffee in hand, steam gently rising

Sat on my favourite chair in the garden

The heat of the sun shines strongly on my face

I close my eyes, its bright yellow

 

There is peace in the air, not a sound to be heard

not a bird, or a bee has woken this early

A cool soft  breeze brushes against my legs

Silent, gentle start to a working day.