Robins have built their nest
in the tangle of ivy and clematis
behind the washing line
which is right outside
the utility room window.
If the robins see me,
they take diverting action
even as they arrive with a beak full of worms.
They drop straight to the ground
so that attention is not drawn to the nest.
This makes me feel dreadful,
as I can hear the expectant wheezing
rise in a shaky crescendo and ebb away in disappointment.
I have put up an extra feeder
in their line of approach