Breakfast for a Robin
Through the window came the morning,
Swiftly silent without warning.
Showering me in dawns new light,
Bathing away the sleep of night.
On my sill there perched a robin,
Breast of red and head a bobbin,
Without the slightest of constrain,
Peeking under my window pane.
Looking in for I know not what,
But quite intent upon some spot.
When I noticed on my sill,
A silverfish very still.
The silverfish jumped to faster
And that became a disaster.
The robin struck with lightning draw.
And the silverfish was no more.
The end of night and first of light,
I'll have to think, upon this sight.