There is no solace like a tit <br />to fill me with delight. <br />Sparrows are a messy lot <br />and crows a raucous sight. <br />Robins leave us with the spring <br />and bluebirds go their way. <br />But tits upon my window sill <br />warm this winter day.<br /><br />Chris Embrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-favorite-tits/
