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

expectantly

 

© by Virginia Scholtz.

Used with the author’s permission.