Mischievous Robin

Mischievous Robin - - - - - - - - - - - - All day through Overcast was the sky Off and on drizzles Dropping down in fine particles Looking like beads of pearls Twisted round By Nature's delicate hands And that of flake-like flowers Falling from paradise So fair I swear And on my way home for a while On a sleepy noontide Had I felt gentle touch of fine showers Robin my dear Undertone I whispered in my ear And looked around For my little feathered friend To hear her solo sound And the sun no less playful Not unlike Robin Fickle and whimsical Broke open clouds often To take bath in such light drizzles Assuaged, the sun lay still But Robin my dear From bough to bough From twig to twig From sprig to sprig Seen swinging and swinging Skimming creams of pleasures Off blue skies Oh no! rather off green skies When asked to drop a note She looked puzzled And screamed aloud And sliding into her wet-soaked Little paradise Shut the door behind Not to be seen again My dear Robin in mischief again……