There was a robin on the road

Watching me with its black pearl eyes,

And I watched it right back 

From my stuffy car—parked on a side

Street while the bird flaunted its

Pattern and hopped freely

On the pavement.

The robin saw me through the window

And tilted its head. It flew away in an

Instant—leaving me, flightless

And bound to the road 

Easily escapable by the quick robin.