The Robin In My Garage Poem by Kong Yin

Morning, I went to visit the robin in my garage
With an air of dignity
she sits on her eggs
her bashful eyes peering at me.

Noon, I went to visit the robin in
my garage
With a smile of joy
she sits on her eggs
her tender eyes glancing at me.

Evening, I went to visit the robin in my garage
With a wistful face
she sits in her nest
her alert eyes watching me.

Suddenly a black shadow,
dives down like an arrow,
kisses the robin
with a red worm.
Slowly and gracefully, she turns,
passing the worm into a tiny mouth that
just learned to open.