There is always so much
going on in my mind
a tidal wave of thought
and feelings
from the moment I wake

Two robins are hopping
on the garden wall
the valentine red
of their breasts
bobbing up and down

To them life is a game
but a game that they
will never know
even though the snow
has yet to melt away
completely the robins
know their next move
instinctively – spring
eggs at Easter
and a clutch of eager
mouths to feed

John Lyons