North American Robin
Literature, PoetryYou arrive
one day before
this equal night
before sun
and earth attune.
You land
on cool ground
eager to feed
breed
break new ground
to build nests
lay clutches
of blue
tend
to your young.
And when
you tend
you’ll be vigilant
as you scan
for snake
and squirrel
dive-bomb
blue jay and crow
guard
against grackle
until you tire
and when you do
hawk will come.
She’ll take you
with curved talons
then stand
on warm ground
stained
with the silence
of your song.