Whack! Up against the glass The clueless robin knocks its head. A painful reminder that It cannot land on the window sill. But does it learn? No. It tries again, Its beak full of bits for nests. It stands on the branch, Watching the window with Beady black eyes, and... Whack! Wings spread, Feet grasping for a foothold That doesn’t exist. It ducks back to the branch, But does it stop? No. It falls again, Senseless on the ground. Its wife perches nearby, Almost scolding his ignorance with High twittering voice, but... Whack! Marking up the windowpane With its tiny yellow feet. It flutters for a moment, Then wheels away to try again, But does it realize? No. It fails again, Its lesson unlearned. It flies back to the branch To stubbornly try once more with, mindless endless persistence, so... Whack!