My friend, with his dark black feathers
and royal blue and white flash of colour
Visits my garden most weeks.
He particularly likes my apple tree to perch in
He stays a good while, watching me
washing up at my kitchen window.
One for sorrow, what nonsense
His visit means good news is on the way
I hoped it would be the same today
And mark the visit on my calendar.
Within three days good news will arrive.
Sure enough on the second day after his visit
my daughter rang me to say I was about to become
a grandmother for the first time.
What great news heralded
by my fine feathered friend…?