The blue tit didn’t know.
she was eating, swinging about,
feeding a tiny mouse below,
she didn’t know was there.
chattering round the table,
A great tit watched from a bare branch,
Our resident blackbird cocked her head
paying careful attention to something,
Dunnocks and the wren
popped in and out of the hedge,
All the while, the robin sat
on the old plant pot,
Maybe she knew.
Elaine Morris (c) December 2014.