Great Tits
I watch you collect the bedding for your little house.
I watch you jump up and down when thieves lurk about.
Collecting the down and flitting away.
Wait a few minutes and you’re back on this day.
I watch you running and hanging on the thinnest of branch.
Collecting food for your children in your little house.
Singing little songs and working in pairs.
It’s a pure joy to see Parus majors in our garden treating our home as if it were theirs.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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