The Robin

The kettle boiled, switched itself off

He made tea, topped with milk

He had never felt calmer

Today was the day

Counting the strides to the station

One less than usual

The train was two minutes overdue

A robin just above his head piped and trilled its cascading song

The train came into view, now it was level with the platform

This was the time

Before he could see the driver's eyes

He hesitated

The moment passed

Damn robin, damn bloody robin

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

This guy is cursing the robin who saved his life? I suppose that's because he really wants to die.
Here's what you do, pally: Have this schmuck show up next workday--same time, same station--and I'll see he gets a shove in the right direction.
Don't tolerate no rude behavior towards birds!
(Very creative and dramatic poetic portrayal, Martin of Suffolk.)

[martin]

Oh dear you're such a hoot Frank, thanks for that.