Toasting my tootsies.

Late winter

and am snuggled up

on the old comfortable sofa

that is large and so enjoyable

to spread my body all over.

I am wrapped up.

As snug as a bug.

And the crackling

of the open log fire

is roaring away nicely.

I am starting to

nod off to sleep.

I hear a little chirp

from the window pane

and see a cute

little robin

redbreast.

Peaking in at me.

I get up

and put my slippers on.

Getting some birdseed and

going out

to the deck and filling

stand up the birds and

and the little robin

comes to feed.

I watch him sing

and eat for a few minutes.

And then come indoors.

Before the open log fire.

I sit down on the wood floor

and take my slippers off

and toast my tootsies warm

again ...

As I catch out the corner of

my eye. Little robin flies back

to his nest.