Words about a Robin
Spring Observations
There’s a robin in my tree
flying down to the yard
she finds some straw
to build her nest
I saw her yesterday
working hard
I watch her this morning
Dodging the charges
from my curious puppy
She builds alone
no help
from what I’ve seen
making a perfect cradle
for her avian offspring
The blue jays see
with a distant glare
for it’s the jay’s tree
her work will be for naught
They hunt and scavenge
acorns and bugs
and when there are eggs
they will wait for their meal
One or two
they don’t seem to care
although it is rare
I’ve seen the battles in midair
Like any mother
the robin fights for her young
but sometimes in vain
the battle is never won
That’s nature
fascinating as it is
to observe its operation
to see the foibles of some
and the fervor of others
Yet each year
the birds come
in the spring
and carry on
