A friend of mine wondered about birds at Christmas which set me thinking. These are my thoughts.
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 Patricia Morris (c) December 2016.