This morning going to work I saw mother Great Tit and all her kids eagerly exercise in the art of acrobatic flying. They were buzzing in and out of the branches of the trees along the road. I was thinking about reading: how to become a better and more reflected reader? That will also demand some exercise and some effort in taking the time to read different kind of books and not always for the purpose to relax. When I come home from work I am usually not in the mood to read heavy stuff, but to understand my craft I will have to get beyond this obstacle and try. Perhaps make an agreement with myself? Ten pages on work related nonfiction and then one episode of C.S.I.?
Thank you so much for inspiring me to write a poem about the Great Tit! When it is finished (and if it is good) I will send it to you right away.
All the best, PO
LikerLiker