Fluffs of blue and yellow,
chattering like children let out early from school,
the Blue Tits mob the feeder,
looting it of seed and peanuts.
Then they are off
to burgle another garden
with their smash and grab technique.
Glenis Moore has been writing poetry since the first Covid lockdown and does her writing at night as she suffers from severe insomnia. When she is not writing poetry she makes beaded jewellery, reads, cycles and sometimes runs 10K races slowly. She lives just outside Cambridge in the flat expanse of the Fens.