she should be crabby
over narrow space,
heat & falling bed
but robin sits
claiming her space,
brooding in silence
awaiting eggs to hatch
come rain or strong wind-
ignoring nosy neighbors-
her eyes steady as sun
casting softest of light
on blooming zinnias
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Merril Smith. The selected word is CRAB. Thanks for your visits and comments.
