With Help From the Robin
WITH HELP FROM THE ROBIN
He spotted me from afar
His keen eye assessing
My suitability as a partner
As I wrestled with the ivy
And tore its gnarled arms from
Their deadly stranglehold on the tree
Smothered and held tighter for years
At last deeming me apt
And with no fear of me
Or my razortooth saw
He elected me to his team
That cold day of frost
And smoking chimneys
His red feather sweater
Swelling with pride at his choice
As he waited his turn
To attack the suffocating hydra
I ripped ivy away from
The tree’s throat while
He sat on a close-by branch
Till the woodlice were exposed
From the writhing twisted wrists
Then fluttered in and ate them
And gave the tree back its breath
We killed the ivy together
That life-giving day
We parted as friends
And as brothers in arms.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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