Three blue tits dancing

Around the mayflowers

Three blue tits dance through the twigs

On which buds of leaves

Now burst open

As is so on the bast

Of the trees

Where old skin breaches

The birds help along

Finding insects and scavenge

Old seeds perhaps

Larvae hatching

And the chatter back and forth

Can be followed

On only an arm length

The tits know I’m there

As they fly around me

By posing no threat

I come really close

Into their habitat

And am regarded

As a thankful spectator

Kruip Ruimte

04–17–2016