Sitting in the morning Sun I watch the birds fly past me.
Blue tit hovers then perches on the Bush and watches me.
He looks left, he looks right then waits patiently on the branch .
He darts across the sky to the little bird box and stops
We waits he watches he looks around to make sure it’s safe
Then quickly he pops inside with a break stuffed full of fluff
For a moment there is no movement no peep at all
Then a little head pops out looking left and right again
With one quick push off he’s in the sky off to find his mate
If I wait patiently and I let nature take her course
I will see the baby blue tits take their first flight away