Robins

I've always been fond
of robins.
There's something sweet
about their cheery
disposition noted in
the song that often
awakens me on spring mornings.
There first arrival
let's me know Spring
is truly near.
So it was quite odd
to see so many robins gather
on the snow covered branches
of trees in early February.
They came suddenly,
a hundred or more;
I happened to glance over
through the window,
sitting eating breakfast,
to see them all
staring back at me.
So out of place.
Then they flew away
just as suddenly
in a rush of wings and wind.
I wonder if I'm the only one
who saw them.
Maybe they came
to remind me
I'm not the only creature
who feels out of place.