A robin, not the first
This year or any other,
Pecks for a worm
Raises his head, looks,
Then flits, scampers,
Pecks, repeats

My son, a kindergarten contest
Who will see the first Robin
A girl, always first; best
Proclaims one morning,
Late in February
Me! I saw it

As if her sighting
Declared Spring for all
That she had procured
This year’s release
From winter’s gloom
As it naturally evolves

A question pecks, a thought flits
That robin, there in his quiet
One sighting wins?
For one likely champion?
Any robin, any sighting
To me, a win every time