The Greatest Caper
Driving under the May sun and a robin
Hatches from the brain and makes its way
Outside through the ear then the window.
Life births things in unusual ways sometimes;
The robin will be picked up on the way back.
Perhaps, though, it doesn’t want to return
To the darkness inside because the thoughts
Drove it insane. Could a bird go insane?
Could it go back? If the thoughts expressed
A desire to rob a bank, would the robin
Go to the police? Does this make it a stool
Pigeon? It might be best to let the robin go.
After all, the thoughts never gave away
An identity and the car would only give
More clues to the bird. No, the robin cannot
Be let back in. The wheel turns slightly
And the robin walks two steps away
From the passing tire, calmly. For now-
We are both safe.