Biking on the Trail - The titmouse

The titmouse in furious display
buzzes me from the front
and hovers - angrily chirping,
startling me to stop my bike.

She flits into the bush still loud
like a hell bent badger
that's scared off a bear.
I look for the nest - hidden well.

Teasingly I walk the bike
while staring straight at her.
Boldly, she charges again,
mere inches from my face - not happy.

Feeling bad for twitting her pride
I look away and pass on,
letting her reclaim her honor
by having vanquished this wheeled ape.

LMC 1999