The blue tit didn’t know.
she was eating, swinging about,
feeding a tiny mouse below,
she didn’t know was there.
Starlings gathered,
chattering round the table,
unconcerned.
A great tit watched from a bare branch,
oblivious.
Our resident blackbird cocked her head
in wonderment,
paying careful attention to something,
listening.
Dunnocks and the wren
popped in and out of the hedge,
searching.
All the while, the robin sat
on the old plant pot,
carolling.
Maybe she knew.
Elaine Morris (c) December 2014.
watermelonseeds 
Comments on: "Did they know it was Christmas." (4)
Perhaps they just know the days are getting ever so slightly longer…
🙂
Dunnock is similar to our wrens but the wren is said to be smaller.
Our wrens are smaller than dunnocks here to.
I love the familiarity of this poem – the birds I see in my garden – and the wry humour of do they know it’s Christmas?!
Thank you for your comments friends.