Winter Robin

Brave little robin, it takes courage
To stay here in the mountains
All winter.
Even though your brother tells you tales
Of the spring-like breezes down south,
You prefer to stick out the snow
And the bitter chill of the winds
In your adopted home.
Your downy coat must be very thick
And your heart very stout
To fly in the face of such winds.
And yet, I must say, I am happy
To hear you sing
Those cold mornings
When I must shovel the walk.