Strolling to the subway one May morning
(no more breakneck speed for me)
I was stopped in my tracks
Two of them, fuelled
by the raging hormones of spring,
flew past me,
two feet in front of my nose
as if I were just another harmless, inanimate object
to be ignored.
Straight as a die they flew
in that uniquely robin-esque rush
to reach there
One after the other—
literally, one was after the other—
predictably the male after the female
in a dash for life, more life,
acting on that built-in urge to make more robins—
quick, before it is too late.
Lusting robins flew a bee-line
toward the fulfillment of the nest.
That they passed right under my nose
made me pause for gratitude.
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