caged monadh a sweet bird she sang so wild robin used to play she used to sing me asleep she used to sing me awake robin she used to sit on my head we would play games with rings we would play for hours my silver ring i would give to her my silver ring, i gave her she would take it in her beak with such comedic force she would take and drop the ring on the big surface of a book causing it to spin around she would watch it spinning until it fell down, flat and motionless then she would look to me smiling watching her watching me i would pick it up, our silver ring, while laughing at this joke repeating i'd give to her the silver ring the silver ring she'd spin it on the cover of a big book she used to skate across the pages she loved looking at the pictures her eyes to me she'd turn and with her eyes she'd smile i always kept her safe from the cats the cats they wanted to eat her robin she liked to sit on my head with her sharp beak she'd gently pinch me on my skin she liked to play my hair she'd try to fly away with i'd hold out both my hands and she would hop back and forth from one hand to the other she loved to sit with me and always she loved to play games with my toes and fingers robin was so sweet and fair she sang me to sleep at night she sang me awake each morning she used to love eating berries daily i would find her grub catching worms under rocks finding woodlice beneath logs chasing hoppers in the grass netting poor moths in the evening a crime i was committing for her since she was a baby in springtime i fed her the cherries red in summer warm juicy strawberries autumn the sweet blackberries in winter i would buy her meals she used to warm her belly in the sun she used to sit and sing daylong she used to sing in the afternoon she always sang in the evening robin i miss when i hear wild songs robin i think of in the morning robin who i killed for robin who i sang with robin who is dead and how my life was so bitter to live that morning when i found her cold huddled, cuddled in her bedding in the corner of her big cage down from her wooden perch where she used to sit and sing she wasn't there on her wooden perch where she was always singing she was gone, my robin wild she was dead, but flying robin who i saved from an early death robin who i couldn't keep in the end robin who came back though i let her fly robin who left after years of singing robin who left in the morning when autumn was too cold robin who i wrapped in cloth sweet robin who i buried under a pile of stones her gentle breast under a piece of bark she is sleeping under a chunk of fruit wood hiding under a pile of stones she is singing how frozen the earth how cold my heart how sad the morning i found her dead how dull the sky without her wings how sad when i hear wild birds singing i think of her sweet robin wild fair robin tame robin dead robin sleeping lovely robin_hiding ever i miss her so in springtime mornings when i hear the robins singing 040326 what's it to you? who go blather from