Dali’s Moustache
The little Blue Tit on the nuts
deprives the scene of all the rest
except that is his dazzling self –
see if you can see the
background crows
beneath his nose
or all the cowering
collared doves
the furtive brown
and brown
and brown
and brown
and brown
yes! there she goes
the Sparrow on her
pointed toes
her ballet shoes
the watchers watch
she’s gulping
down her patient crop
but no-one’s there
to steal the time
and all the time
the Robin roars
the Sparrowhawk in glory soars
the Starlings swarm like butterflies
no-one perceives they’re telling lies.
The little Blue Tit’s robber mask.
I’ll give your eyes another chance.
3/1/21