On a hot day, the door being open
A Robin flew briefly into my kitchen.
Perched on the back of a chair.
I froze. From where I sat its legs were so slender
That I wondered how they could support even that tiny weight.
When my Robin glanced around, I even (stupidly),
Thought it might see me as a friend.
And not be afraid as it flew away.
On a hot day, the door being open
On a hot day, the door being open
A Robin flew briefly into my kitchen.
Perched on the back of a chair.
I froze. From where I sat its legs were so slender
That I wondered how they could support even that tiny weight.
When my Robin glanced around, I even (stupidly),
Thought it might see me as a friend.
And not be afraid as it flew away.