By Ryan Flanagan
I am walking along Meredith Street
with a single bag of belongings.
It is quiet, most peaceful.
A few cars pass but traffic is light.
On the front lawn of this house
I see an overturned hockey net
by the window.
A red-breasted robin keeps pulling at the twine.
Then he flies off with a piece.
Before returning to pull at the twine again.
He is building a nest in a nearby tree.
Stopping a moment on his perch to sing.
It must be Spring.