A Field of Robins

Tired after a day
of calculating people's taxes,
I am on auto pilot driving home
thinking only
of the glass of beer
and handful of popcorn
that await me,
until I drive past
a field of robins
busily hunting for tonight's feast
of worms or bugs.
Dozens of robins
in a field of grass,
albeit grass that remains
not yet green,
reminding me
it is after all
spring
and tax season is
coming to an end.