Martin Robertson

Now and Then


They bear no company

beyond their own,

cannot endure to be

other than alone.

They meet to mate, then share

nurture of the young,

yet in that loving care

yield themselves to no

oneness, will not even come,

passing, beak to beak.

One within, one without,

taps on the hollow wood,

the one communication they admit,

to time their exit and their entrance so

they may not meet.

Beautiful creatures.

The pity of it.