I could watch tits all day
It’s a surprisingly warm month
I’m laying on a sun lounger

My partner reads nearby
And my feet are slightly burnt

But I don’t want to move

Because I see a tit in the tree

A flash of colour
But I am not sure if it’s a great or blue

I feel sad because for a while I wanted to be a ornithologist

Birds linked me to my father and grandfather

I remember the aviary
I remember the silent shuffle

You showed me the cutest birds

I blew bubbles and sat on the lawn
Making daisy chains

I watched you
You let me put the seed in the feeder

I wanted the birds to be my friends

In the cage, the birds tweeted
But I stared at the trees

A flash of colour always reminds me of those days