Keen eyed robin glides to the ground
Wings outstretched eyes penetrating
Lands gracefully with beak ready
No eyed worm feels predator vibration
Too late he realizes death is at hand
Robin plucks him out of the ground
Worm too slow to make an escape
Worm sees his whole life before him
Rubin hungrily devours worm
Worm sees white tunnel of light
And burrows his way through it
To his dark underground heaven
His true home of infinite bliss
Bob Boyd