Robin Shabam Poem by Angie M..

I saw a robin this spring
as pleased as could be
as he gouged through the yard
hopping right past me

and I wondered, could he hear
the slithering below
or feel the vibration
(so in control)
could he see the dirt shift
then knows where to go?

I'm sure it's part intuition
God's kiss of grace
though sometimes he missed'
he still kept his pace

I saw a robin this spring
as pleased as could be
as he gouged through the yard
then stopped to show me

and we froze eye to eye
as it wiggled about
we stayed for some time
in a moment devout