Scarlet Robin

• Flynn Gorman, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2021

I sat atop a saw-burned stump, and threw my goods down in a hump.
From up above, a drop of dew, then to the ground a robin flew.

From leaf to moss to stick it hopped, it looked at me and then it stopped.
The scarlet bird gazed up at me and held my eye in silent plea.

And as he sat there staring deep, Into my soul without a peep,
He cocked his head as if to say, Why did you take my home away?

I rose and stepped toward the bird, and grappled, then, to find a word.
“I did not take your home” I said, to rise and fall of chest of red.

He fluttered off and flew away, departing me, to lone dismay.
So as that robin took his flight, I knew my heart had seen the light.