Robin by Steve Harman
Arts Richmond
Online - 09 September 2020
Hop
Then stops
Head cocked at two
A cautious calculus clock
Eyes
Full stop Black.
Beak
A pencil thin lead
Sketching the undergrowth.
Hop
Then gone
Green mist
A quivering leaf
Tell tale sign resurfacing
Amid flurry of wing
The orange breast invite
An open season
To murder.
Hop
Then song
A shrill clipped warning
Of territory marked
Defending
Even to death
Inside nature's relentless
Seasonal wheel
Survival chain.
Robin
Young Writers Festival Competition
The Roger McGough Annual Poetry Prize 2020
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