As I Saw Robin Birds

After Sunday lunch,

I went out for a solo walk

in my leafy neighborhood.

It is almost spring at our place,

I knew there would be birds,

but what I saw felt like serendipity.

A large flock of American robins,

grey wings, brick orange bellies —

resting on almost every tree:

bottlebrush, palo verde,

oak and bay laurel.

They had come

to feed on the seasonal fruits,

and after feeding, they lingered —

being playful, taking to the sky,

offering marvelous spectacles.

It was my delight to see the birds,

for not every day,

you get to witness

a grand gathering of robins.