Hidden From View Poem by Diana Rosser

Red breasted Robin knows why it's digging
through damp grass in the autumnal garden.
It's searching for the worm whose brown marking,
soils the lush lawn beginning to harden.

To some the cast may appear unsightly.
But that worm, has pulled dank decaying leaves
into moistened murky earth each nightly;
fortifying ground beneath the dormant trees.

When Robin excavates, soiling worm;
thrashes it about the good enough lawn,
swallows it down when it ceases to squirm,
it will leave the remaining leaves forlorn.

Unless, that one scaffold has left a few
other steadfast toilers, hidden from view.