Mrs. Robin newly wedded
homesteads over the porch light
Packs grass threads, bits of straw
recently spread over the resown lawn
shreds of ribbon last seen fading
in the budding birch where
she should have been at work
on a bedstead for her blue baby eggs
I tried to pull it down
twice She stuck to it
This morning her cob-walled nest
balances upon the fragile pilings
Sipping coffee on the deck
I watch her as she eyes me
© by Virginia Scholtz.
Used with the author’s permission.