Blue Tit

As the story book harvest moon wanes between postcard-green meadows...
Paridae songbirds lovingly weave nestling frameworks of art, dripped with Ivy chains.
Glide to-and-fro, tie knots through midget globes,
skid-slide on shafts of peach mid-day rays.
Perch-pose on plump branches, ‘Chink-chinks’ crackle the air,
cha-cha here and there.
Stars twinkle out as Spring’s lemon shades disappear,
twirling azure flashes dart around sobbing streams,
pinching dragonflies from midair beams, 
arrow dart to hidden home,
then flutter bath in dandy dew.
Fledglings snuggle, encased in world of pearl,
dark stubbled, wobbly heads, nobbly legs, gaping pert beaks,
settle in moulded cradle...
As sprays of rain seethe and sizzle through shreds of mist,
busy Blue cap and jacket Tits...preen smooth buttercup yellow waistcoats
while white cheeks  glow they beakily grin above mini beards...
Beautiful little fellows.