There was a robin on the road
Watching me with its black pearl eyes,
And I watched it right back
From my stuffy car—parked on a side
Street while the bird flaunted its
Pattern and hopped freely
On the pavement.
The robin saw me through the window
And tilted its head. It flew away in an
Instant—leaving me, flightless
And bound to the road
Easily escapable by the quick robin.