Coal-tit at Loch Garten
An outstretched hand
peanut offering
Fluttering
like fast turning pages.
Looking for the place
Fleetingly
It lands
Dare not breathe
Do not move
As tickling claws
Cling to your finger
glimpse that tiny
delicate, bird
Shiny black head
pale coffee breast
Before he
grabs his reward
and darts away.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.