Bluetits

Twitter bloody twitter
Squawking
Noisy little sods
Cosy in their wooden box
Waiting to squabble over the next yellow caterpillar
Pistachio the cat licks his lips
Claws the lawn in anticipation
Mum and Dad flapping in turns
Her turn, his turn
Pistachio's turn next.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-05-20 at 17:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I can sense disaster here. Pistachio knows what he is doing. Nice piece.
2015-05-21


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Watch out little birdie! Funny thing about cats, they can revert to a prowling lion in an instant. Dogs on the other hand are lost in the jungle having given up their wildness to our loving.
2015-05-20