East

The Robin soars high through the sky

​The wind buffets his wings

Yet, he keeps his head high

​As he heads home without looking back

The air around him warms

And the trees begin to bloom

​

The hawks cast shadows

Shadows that follow the Robin

They haunt him

Hunt him

Yet, still he flys

​Higher

Faster

Trying to leave them all behind

Though he knows

The hawks left scars

That cannot be fully healed

But up here

In the clouds

They can almost be forgotten

As he prepares for the journey home