Helping Hands
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Upon a branch the robin sat,
The coldest day so far.
Beneath the clearest bright blue sky,
Viewing from afar.
With ruffled feathers shielding him,
His cold feet holding tight,
Thoughts of food were all he had,
to make it through the night.
So off he flies to gardens close,
To search for food to eat.
There he spies a feeder filled,
with all his favourite treats.
He's grateful for the love of man,
To see him through each day.
That special gift,
A morning feast,
Before he flies away.
Jayne Louise Davies
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