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Baby robins have taken over
My fenced-in yard
And seem resentful of my presence
Unlike their parents
Who blithely ignore
My bumbling tasks
In this sheltered place
The babies are skittish
Startling easily if I don’t see them
Camouflaged in their fledgling spots
The littlest test their skills
Hop-flying from the ground
To the low edges of the raised beds
When they get a little wind
Under their strengthening wings
They use the tomato cages
Person-high to you and me
But skyscrapers to these youngsters
The oldest, the robin-teens
As they lose their timidity
And their spots
Make for the six foot fence top
And discover the wide world beyond

for the dverse prompt of 7/28/20: flight

9 thoughts on “Flight school

  1. Your title and opening lines are so appealing, Xan, I love this poem. We have robins in our garden too and the way you describe them is so typical, especially the littlest testing their skills:
    ‘Hop-flying from the ground
    To the low edges of the raised beds
    When they get a little wind
    Under their strengthening wings’.

    • They’re so funny. They freak out when I walk out there. I’ve taken to going out of my way, or just avoiding the garden altogether so I don’t scare them!

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