Dead Robins

There was a robin

who'd eat cherries from my tree.

Whenever I saw him eating my cherries

I'd scare him away

These cherries are for me,

go find your own tree, I'd say

But he always to returned

and I always scared away.

So to end the cycle

I shot him.

Another robin came to my tree

and ate my cherries

He too I scared away

like the previous robin

but like the previous robin

he'd always come back

These are my cherries,

this is my tree, I'd say.

I had him in my sights when he looked

at me at me with sad, hungry eyes

I was about to concede

to this sad, hungry robin

When I remembered the other robin

who I'd shot

What a hypocrite I'd be,

to let this robin live.

So I shot him.