This morning a robin paused
on the back lawn
having spotted me through the window
whether to continue it’s morning hunt for worms.
I realized my intrusion
In that moment between us
he stands still, his orange chest puffed forward, portly in stance
gaze resting severely on me.
Nothing to do but to honor his request for privacy
a faint flush in my cheeks
as if I’d caught him having his morning toilet.
Perhaps I had.