We wonder. 
Wondered.
Into the abyss,
short sighted about the potential future 
      off behind that shrub. 
The one that the squirrel just hurried into.
Chewing that strawberry that he’d been given by that kind lady
with the polka dot skirt, 
that was long enough to establish her as a woman past her prime.
      Yet how is it that she’s the happiest she’s ever been now.
Smiling more than ever before, 
with the few years left that no longer held such a weight over 
her thoughts.
She was finally able to walk the park she used to as a child 
with the same careless attitude, 
where she could feed the local wildlife fruit that she had brought with her.
She took another out of her bag.
      A robin twisted his head sideways in order to see what
fruit she was now brandishing.
He could tell she was friendly human, 
simply by her hand,
and that she’d had a pet in her life,
probably a dog by the looks of the wear 
to her right hand.
And that she used to cry a lot.
Maybe it’s because she had just lost a loved one,
but he wasn’t 100% sure on that one.
Needless to stay
she was friendly,
even if she was hurt.
      Although the beckoning smile on her face said otherwise.
He swooped down onto her hand,
twitching his head
left, right 
up and down,
trying to get a better look how to of approach the grape.
It’d been months since he’d had a grape.
For some reason they were few and far between 
in this part of the world.
Pecking at the fruit, 
the inside flesh finally showed.
Juicy and happy
The bird tilted his head back yet again
gulping down the sweet clumps 
of grape.
      He was a pleased Robin.
      And she was pleased that he was pleased.
     ‘How I wish you could see this’,
she wondered to herself.
Yet he could,
he’s the one writing this.