Ornithology, poetry and around 70 shopping days to Christmas!!!

Feel the need of a poem. Too much theological prose dessicates the imagination, and makes the mental processes sluggish.

(Interesting how we learn words – 'dessicated' I learned as a wee boy who loved coconut and raided the packets bought for baking)

Just watched the robin clearing out the local sparrow scruff from the back garden. Reminds me of Fanthorpe's poem, "The Robin".

It's reference to Christmas is allowed in October – Dobbies have their Christmas cards out. So that's all right then.

The Robin

I am the proper

Bird for this
season –

Not blessed St Turkey,

Born to be eaten.

I’m the man’s
inedible

Permanent bird.

I dine in his
garden,

My spoon is his
spade.

I’m the true token

Of Christ the Child–King:

I nest in man’s
stable,

I eat at man’s
table,

Through all the
dark winters

I sing