Sun has blown the top off winter
Letting the shock chills through
Among the twigs, Great Tits
Spritzing and spooling
Learning a new generation's brogue
Lisping "Cher-tee" "Cher-tee"
While perched over gravestones
The parent birds tut
"Tee-cher" "Tee-cher"
Best learn this quick
Before hawk and kestrel
Hear callow tweets and tango
Down from the blue all talons
To take your fragile feathers
Fresh from the egg and nest
Experimental
Lilting the timeless song
With sore thumb variations
But the babies flitter up bickering
Through razor edge pearl hard air
Tonguing their mutant rhythm
Play twig-tag, risk and skip
Wondering if the tower is heaven
Or just another tree
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