Paul Gerard Reed


Six Blue Tits - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

n the fullness of the morning,
In the glorious morning,
In a quiet nook
In a quiet corner of the garden
Six blue tits came calling
Came fluttering and dancing,
Came hopping and prancing,
Came twirling and tightrope-walking,
Came stepping and twig-stalking,
Came whistling and singing
Came fluting and shrilling
Came fluffing and thrilling;

In the blueness of the sky
In the glorious blue sky
Six blue tits came calling

Topic(s) of this poem: birds


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015



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