Backyard Haven

Nature gifts her creatures with
the endowment of natural wisdom,
a species-specific collective memory
called instinct to aid in the struggle
for survival facing all her creatures.
From that living memory born in
the crucible of primal experience
the avian species migrate and return
build nests and raise fledglings to
repeat the endless cycle of life. The 
robins in our backyard shun that 
instinct for the joy of spontaneity
preferring to build a multi-faceted
condominium under the elevated
floor of our backyard deck. They
may prefer obstacles to security
and serenity, viewing the clatter
we invariably make on the deck and 
the frantic barking of our dogs, as
music delightful as their own
syncopated warbling. Or, perchance
appreciate challenges to be overcome
injecting the thrill of excitement into
an otherwise mundane existence?