Spring Caracole

I may have ‘burst’ a bit

when I went out the back door.

Either way, it was perceived as a burst

and I set off a type of robin alarm.

A warning song,

a frantic flutter.

“There’s a guy!”

Then he lit back on the lawn,

and there had been

some fight

along with that small flight.

He just wanted others to know

about nasty ol’ me,

and might have followed through

if it wasn’t for the unfinished business

with the worm.