a robin in the fig tree

A robin hops on the fig tree. A red dot amongst the changing leaves. A month ago, it would’ve stood out, but October is ending now, and the tree’s palette mirrors the fluttering red creature.

The robin hops in and out. There one moment, gone the next.

I sit down to write, but the bright fluff jumps at the edge of my vision. I sit down to write, but the chirping hypnotizes me until the thought is lost.

I wait and wait, but the song continues. Maybe the robin is more eager in its storytelling.

I do not understand, but I listen anyway. I think it wants me to follow it…

Yes, I think I’m meant to go…

But my wings won’t carry my cluttered mind.

I turn to write, but there’s a round shadow on the paper. And then the pen looks interesting, so I spin it in my hand. And then I look up. And there it is again.

A little robin, narrowing its little head. Are you coming?

I stare, conflicted. But there’s a knock on the door.


Close-up view of a fig tree with green leaves and ripe figs hanging from the branches against a clear sky.


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27 thoughts on “a robin in the fig tree”

    1. Figs are delicious! If you’re looking for it in this photo, then you just missed it by a moment 😅 as I did, too. But that’s its favorite spot, so maybe I manage to capture it next time. Thank youu! Glad you like it. 😊

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      1. The robin is not in the picture bc he’s a bit camera shy 🤭but he was there a minute earlier.
        I googled to see what would be similar, and I think it’s close to tsiko, taste-wise. They’re very sweet and jam-like (you can also make jam out of them).

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  1. Seeing a robin hopping around the fig tree is such a lovely sight.

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