Robin

He's out there

I'm in here

Him with the sun on his feathers, looking for a wiggling worm

Me on my couch cold coffee in my cup

Late for a job I hope to god they fire me for

I feel indifferent towards the robin

With war worrying my mind

More likely ill write a poem about a city

Filled with broken glass and ash

Everyone looking for love,

desperate for cash

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning Bee,
I disagree with Mike.
You should not take anything out. You could rework a couple of lines or just leave the whole thing as it is.
I see you posted this a couple of months ago...what did you end up doing?
I liked the message in your poem...
Lisa, now in Spain

[Mike Keenan]

Suggestion -- omit s1 as it's not necessary.

[Bee Oxford]

Thank you! I agree!

[Mike Keenan]

Yeah! I think that Ukraine is causing a lot of deep thought for us poets.

[Unspoken poet]

I really like your last stanza, intriguing write...

[Gee]

I'm with JTB, this, in my opinion, is fine as is, more than fine.
Good morning

[John the Baptist]

Actually, I think this one is good just as it is. The second stanza well captures what a lot of people are going through now.