Wanting In

The noise woke up my husband, A banging on the glass - A robin at the window Like he held a forward pass. He tried again repeatedly, His desperation weird; With flapping wings, like in “The Birds,” Quite crazy he appeared. We hung a scarecrow and a witch (Some Halloween décor) Across the pane to scare him But he kept on like before. I wondered if he’d rouse the troops, Like Hitchcock, to attack, Though just one titmouse showed And he flew off, not coming back. At last the robin gave it up, Yet we will never know Just what it was inside our house He really wanted so.