Another robin hopped behind my window pane in light
He cocked his head and put his dread in my heart which pulled so tight
My poem of the past made robins seem quite grave and dim
His vengeance burned out from his breast and shrill it came from him

His size surprised his anger as it swept beyond his beak
He hopped up to the glass and watched me like a circus freak
His deep black eyes gave quick surmise to my suspicion of his hate
I closed the curtain and sat back, contented' till a later date.