Bird bath

In our garden we have made

Such a pretty little pool,

Lined with pebbles neatly laid,

Filled with water clean and cool.

When the sun shines warms and high

Robins cluster round it's brink,

Never one comes flying by

But will flutter down to drink.

Then they splash and splash and splash,

Spattering little showers bright

All around, till off they flash

Singing sweatly their delight.

- Eveleen Stein