Robins

Iron brown bird
with a chest of rusty armour

Hop hop hop
sitting with head turned
oh so slightly
to one side or another

hop hop hop
quick strikedown
with the knife
edged beak
death of a worm

closer
the glitter ofthe hard black eye
transfixing

rush of wings and now
there are two
three
five eight
thirteen
more than two
is a flock...

filling the space
with flash of wings