When a Robin

When a robin

Stands up on

The brim

Of a circular

Stone birdbath

Beneath the first

Blue sky of spring,

The air shot through

With March moisture,

And she sees you

Seeing her

And remains proud

Poised & posed,

It is because she knows

That she is blazing

The image

Of a poem

In the 10 AM light

An image

That is then challenged

By the long tailed

Sparrow

Perched

On a post

At the entrance

To this café