Three bright blue eggs in pieces on the grass
the last strand of string sways,
tethered to the holly branch.
The nest, intact and abandoned,
must have blown sideways
attacked by gales of wind
a sudden spring storm.
He places the nest in a safe spot
just under a skirt of low branches.
He hopes the birds will find it
but in his heart he knows
the robins will not return.
He is saddened by the spring rain,
bringing life to so many,
and an end to these few.