Acrobats (Poetry)

The air their element — the sun
a spotlight on their play
them seem to swing upon the breeze
they’re back and forth all day

Smartly-uniformed the fly
swoop and dive and glide
no effort visible at all
a seamless giddy ride

From bouncing twig to gutter perch
they launch themselves at will
supremely confident and quick
immaculate their skill

From dawn to dusk their circus act
bold streaks of blue and gold
this pair of bluetits feeding chicks
a wonder to behold