A robin was pecking for something
under the cotton candy blue hydrangea
by our front steps. I stood looking out
the screen door, trying not to analyze
or philosophize, just simply observe.
The robin pecked one particular spot
with strange insistence – like a dark-
winged angel, I thought, excavating
the site of a future hell. Then the robin,
for its own inscrutable reasons, flew off.
Doesn’t mean they weren’t good reasons.
Howie Good is the author of more than a dozen poetry collections, including most recently Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).