Restless Robin

I’m at the wooded entrance

Just parked my car, then I observe

fresh drops of rain on the car next to mine

with a robin

slipping and sliding up

the hood

its feet grasping

a slippery front window

running a mile-a-minute to reach the top.

At this point, she flies down to the passenger

rear-view mirror

and flaps her wings continually

looking at herself

thinking it’s someone else.

She can’t quite find a place to land

but flaps a few seconds more,

searching for the reflection

before landing below on the ground.

She flies up to the hood of the car again

runs up the window

flies down to the mirror

and once again tries to make contact

with the image.

Thirteen times she does this,

then finally she looks up

distracted by something in a tree.

Perhaps it is another bird

or a place to go and rest

and maybe it is just what she needed

to break a cycle.

5 thoughts on “Restless Robin”

    1. Thank you!
      You know, I remembered this morning that Friday was 13 years to the day that Mom died. It was early this morning when I woke up (around 3:35 a.m.) and I connected the 13 times to the 13 years. I think it is symbolic of the cycle I finished on Friday. I am so glad I can share this with you and you will know what I mean! 🙂

    2. This was an actual happening at Runge Center, in the summer of 2011. I hadn’t written about it until this post. I left you another reply on here so you could connect the two.

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