The Robbin in my Room.

A tale of a man and a woman not a bird so don't get confused. How the girl feels to the man as she symboled the Robbin for him.

I OPENED MY WINDOW  ONE NIGHT.

A Robbin came in side.

He was quite and didn't make much sound.

He was so handsome for being such small thing.

He would give me company that made me feel needed and wanted.

He would share things that I never asked for.

I slowly became attached.

I longed for him to come back.

While it would be a while he would always be back.

Most of the time it would be just a night.

We would watch our shows on the TV.

He would snuggle me for warmth was so pleased.

Then he would leave.

I would miss him and fear he wouldn't be back.

I fear though if I loved this Robbin and tried to have him as my own.

He would hate me and feel like he was in a cage.

I would never do this to him.

So I set him free and never it shall feel as if it never will be so.

My Robbin I set you free and yet I myself feel trapped.