NEW ROBIN

There is a shadow somewhere
About my feet today.
Detaching itself from a bush
It has come for hide-and-seek.
If I turn around to look
It is suddenly not there
But off some other place,
Intending me to see
How skilful is its way,
Arriving back in front
Of where I next would be.
We have some kind of talk

But not the one with words,
Except my own uncouth
Surrenders to its game.
The winner stays unseen
Till the loser notices
How clever it has been,
To come so close yet hide
For that moment of surprise,
Almost cheating my eyes
Of the shadow and its pride.

Alasdair Aston

November 14, 2006 8:33