The turner of the turf and the scourer of the earth
The first digs and toils to move leaves and soil
while the other
watches from the wheelbarrow.
Usually so territorial, Robin gives up being censorial
when the spade’s out,
shape-shifting from watchbird to welcomer.
Eyes on the main chance, poised for opportune advance,
he darts in,
claiming each new-surfaced feast.
And Gardener is cheered when Robin hops so near,
to linger long past last light.
Together they diligently work, synchronised sifters of mud and dirt,
looking for life
where others only think to tread.