Robin.

There was a robin outside
our house
this morning.
I called down my housemate:

'Quick! Come! Come!
Come see this!'

She came down.
'Wow! You can tell
winter is coming,'
she said.

After some minutes
I had time to muse on this:
'what a bunch
of romantic crap!'
I thought.

Winter doesn't come
because of robins.

If all those
lovely red chests
faced the sky
winter would still be
as cold and
as silent
as always.