18 August – The blue tit files

Every evening when the light begins to dim,
the sun is dipping and the blackbird sings,
one after another, a troop of sleepy blue tits come,
filing themselves under the fascia board, one by one.
How they slot in such a tiny space I never will know,
but I love to sit and watch them as they go
to rest their weary feathers, already lost in reverie
while the blackbird sings lullabies from the sycamore tree.

18 August - The blue tit files