I saw a robin a while back
I think in the month of December.
I asked why he came north so soon
he said he couldn’t remember.
I told him he may be sorry
because we’d likely have more snow
and I wondered if he’d given thought
to where he would decide to go.
He said his father brought him north
and thought they really should.
So he didn’t know his father’s answer
but he’d ask him first time he could.
Now we have a great big blizzard
with deep snowdrifts all around.
I’ve looked for that robin everywhere
and he is nowhere to be found.
I wonder if he talked to his father
and found out where he should go
and is safely in a safe warm place
or shivering in the cold, cold snow.
I hope to see him when the snow melts
and I hope that he’s okay.
Perhaps next year when he heads north
he’ll decide on a week’s delay.