ROBIN'S FEAST

THIS PREVIEW TO A NEW YEAR REPISES AN ANCIENT FEAST, CAPTURED FOR A FEW, SPECIAL MOMENTS IN 2005. ENJOY.
I WATCHED A ROBIN

I WATCHED A ROBIN EAT A WORM
WHERE IT LAY ON MY SIDEWALK.
HE (OR SHE) PECKED AND SWALLOWED,
PICKED AND GORGED, PROTEIN
INTO SEGMENTS, REPEATEDLY.

METICULOUSLY. A PORTION FLIPPED
ASIDE, LEFT, TO THE GRASS. ANOTHER
FORWARD A FOOT. WOULD MY DEVOTED
DINER NOTE EACH STRAY PIECE?
YES. PROGRAMMED STILTS PURSUED.
NO PRODIGAL MORSELS ESCAPED.

WHEN MY RUSTY-BREASTED
CURIOSITY COMPLETED THE JUICY
(I PRESUME) FEAST, HE (OR SHE)
BRUSHED HIS (OR HER) BEAK
BACK AND FORTH OVER THE CEMENT
LIKE A PROPER GOURMAND.
THEN SATISFIED, STRUTTED OFF.

WHAT DEVOTION TO A FIVE MINUTE
FEAST, AN UNPAID CALLING,
PAID IN PEEPING PLEASURE TO ME!