Essays, Art and Plays by Dan

This happened years ago and I still remember the robin standing in the middle of the bike path as if the morning had appointed him guardian of that small patch of earth. I stopped my bicycle and waited, but he would not move, so at last I climbed down and quietly walked around him.

For a few seconds, the ordinary rules of the world were reversed, and a tiny bird decided where a man and his bicycle might go. I rode away smiling, knowing that I would never forget this feathered traffic cop.

Back upon my bike
I turn to see the robin
Still standing his ground