Birdsong

Their song is the first thing I hear in the morning
and the last sound before I sleep at night.

Each day they hunt, guard and fight,
stopping to call to each other
and take respite in the shaded bird bath.

They are focused and relentless.
Their intensity never diminishes.

Human habitat doesn't frighten them,
so we have a nest in a rose that climbs our house.

The female built the nest that she sits upon.
The male feeds her and guards her.

On the day before the eggs hatched
I saw the two adult robins standing
side-by-side, touching, on the edge of the nest.
They looked down within,
then they looked up at each other
and made soft sounds.