Red Robin

Kevin Haynes

Kevin Haynes

A red robin
found her way
into my blueberry patch
Not exactly an easy task
as the plants are
tightly netted

being what it is
the fat dark sweet berries
fairly bursting with juices
proved too much
for my friend

I found her
hung in the net
her neck broken in flight
seeking to free herself of
that she craved
A dead robin

“You see again how far away 
each thing is from every other thing.” ~ Louise Glück


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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