I was reading to my son
who was skateboarding

in wild zig zags
across the driveway
but he called–
“Mom!”–
and pointed to a small,
soft-feathered robin
in the yard.
We stayed still and silent
and watched it gather worms
or sticks
and soon it was joined by another.
My son swore one was a female
because it’s belly was a different color.
Honestly, I don’t know,
but I called him the expert 
and let him narrate their hunt.
We named them Lyle and Betty,
can’t tell you why,
but they were our new friends
for the half hour of sunset we shared.