"The Robin"
The robin never moved a step. Its eyes were fixed on us like it was weighing us, seeing if we were friend or foe. Its tail twitched in anticipation. It jumped to a branch and stood still once more. Now, the bird seemed the size of an orange. Its wings ruffled preparing for flight. It jumped on another branch yet again, this time higher up. It was leaning forward, wings spread out. The robin's eyes narrowed, wondering why we still didn't disappear. In its mouth, hung a lifeless worm. If that worm wasn't there, the robin would've probably screeched. However it just kept jumping on branches, not leaving and sizing us up.
"The Battle"
Like out of nowhere, another robin, this time much bigger, much more horrifying, came out of the shadows. With a battle cry of anger, the bird came lunging forward. It zoomed past, trying to get the attention from the smaller bird, to him. The bird with the worm (the smaller bird) leaped even higher, still persisting eye contact. The other one screeched. He jumped, flapped a few times, and soared right to the branch where the smaller bird stood. There, they both were, so striking with there blood-red stomach, glaring at us with those beady, lustrous eyes. The "arena" fell silent, not a single bird, but the two mysterious robins, remained. Still, they did not leave. The fierce bird puffed up its chest. With another battle cry, it hurtled across the yard, in a final attempt to lure attention and lead us away. His eyes glowered in a human-like way, as he knew his attempt didn't work. He leaned forward, wings spread and eyes knit together. The robin sprang up, and fluttered back to the other, smaller bird. That one was still bearing the worm in its beak. The worm made her look silly, mostly because it was still the size of an orange. The bigger one hovered around our heads, and did the most repulsive thing... it pooped.
"The Final Act of Defiance"
Time turned 10 times slower, as the poop slime sack came closer... and closer to the ground. It splattered right in front of our shoes, as it made contact with the ground. A very near hit. His intension was unmistakable. Leave! This is our home! He flew so close, not scared one bit. We slowly slipped into our backyard door.
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