Poem three in the Scotland cycle


The Robin

A robin

Sometimes
being seen
is not observed
with the eyes at all
but with another sense

I have walked
some forests,
glens and hedgerows
have I stridden past
or through
and now and then
been made aware
that someone has
been watching me

I only know
because
for several days
a beady eye
has looked at me
from under
or in between
a safe gauze of undergrowth

My neck has known
what my eyes only saw today
A robin
redbreasted, fully feathered
has been eyeing me
and followed in guarded flight
and studied my thievery
of brambles and elderberries
along the road



Now and then,
just feet away
studying me with cocked head
and wary look
challenging my right
to his preferred food
sizing me up
and finally deciding
I'd be no match for him

So sure of being victor
he let me get out of sight
now and then
and I bowed to his
omniscience,
glad that he took note
of me, at all, if but a little.




Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-09-28 at 17:57

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