Today I made yet another trip down to the idyllic Moulin Huet Tea Room. Whilst I was there I was inspired to pen a short poem about one of the garden’s residents, who was intent on letting everyone know that he owned the joint. He also graciously allowed me to take his photo.
I hope you enjoy the poem.
The Robin
The Robin owns this place
it's clear for all to see
if he isn't on the bench
he's perched up in a tree.
He hops and jumps and glides about
to search the leafy shade
for morsels of his favourite food
a banquet ready-made.
His pips betray his presence
before you see him clear,
with fiery flash, his Scarlett bib
announces; 'I am here.'
Then the little fellow pips
with voice both loud and true,
as if to say; 'well ok;
I'll share my place with you'.
John Carré Buchanan
02 July 2014
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