Blue Tit... Poem by Denis Martindale

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How blessed he looks with his blue crown,
His face both black and white,
And with such plumage soft as down,
A sight meant to delight.
And he looks a cheerful fellow,
With charms that never fail,
With his chest a mustard yellow,
And beige near to the tail.

His upper back is somewhat green,
His wings both white and blue,
Such that he stays so clearly seen
When he flies into view.
His feet form tridents when he lands
To help him balance there,
And these are how he gently stands,
As if without a care.

His short blue beak seeks tiny food
That some kind folks supply,
No doubt to brighten up his mood
Before he has to fly.
Because of him, more birds dine, too,
Once he feeds on the ground,
And thanks to him, not one feels blue
When they see him around.


Denis Martindale. October 2021.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by UK wildlife artist Stephen Gayford celebrating
birds still 'free as birds' studied across the world.