Thread: Little Baby Blue Tit

Not sure what people will think of this one, let me know what you think, and what needs to be improved.

The chirping serenade
of the baby blue tit
wakes me softly every morning.
My gentle alarm clock
telling me, it's time to rise.

He sits impatiently in his nest
waiting for his mama to return
with caterpillars and insects
a breakfast for my friend.

As a step out in my heels
another day at work
my little baby blue tit
chirping along to his melody.

When I return I look up to see
a featherless head poking out.
'Welcome home' he chirps at me.

The days go on and his feathers come
a dull grey blue made vibrant
with his yellow breasts.
He chirps now with pride
'I'm growing up' he says to me.

But then one morning,
the harsh sounds of my clock
shock me awake. I'm late.
I rush around and realize,
no chirping.

As I step out I see,
he tried to fly,
but fell.
No more chirping little blue tit.

My blue tit shrieks at me! It even flies into the kitchen and hovers, demanding to be fed - Lucky you to have a quiet one.

Goodness, what a terribly sad ending! This poem was very ironic, and I loved it. I think though, stanza 3 line 1, should be "as I" not "as a".

This is a lovely little poem - right up until the end. Not saying you should change the ending, by any means, though; just that I always get down when I think of the random cruelty of nature toward its animals, particularly the more vulnerable ones. Your poem made me feel something, is what I'm trying to say, and while it's not a feeling I'm especially enjoying, well, such is the nature of life. Thanks for sharing... I think I need a Kleenex now...

I like the simplicity of this piece, all the while concerning some big themes about life, branching out (no pun intended!) on your own, maybe even falling short of expectations (I hope my interpretation is not way off). The ending is so terribly sad though! Really well done.

Hi, thanks to everyone for your kind comments; and thanks for the typo spot Squalid Glass