It is not only the goodwill of robins
that moves me 
to rescue five eggs in blue shells

from the cat—a scared family,
no more than strangers. You will fall
short of following me

unless you too have known the child
who croons out of nowhere
when a plate smashes on the tile floor.

If so, you will know why 
I stand  under the eaves
and why, as the hunter flees

I find pleasure 
watching two robins
add to the store of down.

(back to Brace’s Cove)