Failure
The robin landed on the edge of the bird bath,
following a measured safety check for predators,
as if this was a normal autumn day.
He lowered his head to drink,
but the thin layer of ice
repelled.
Frustrated, he tried again,
and again.
In anger he left his perch,
hopping onto the clear surface
for greater leverage,
to no avail.
A squirrel, on the nearby stone wall,
watched with curiosity,
or maybe cheered,
tail twitching with each attempt.
But failure conquered the persistent beak
this cold November morning.
by Gerald E. Greene
Copyright 2018, All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Gerald Greene | Year Posted 2018
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