The Dow Jones index falls one thousand and twenty
While the FTSE One Hundred plummets
The bluetit feeds her nestlings a hundred times a day.
Brexit turgidly ebbs and flows, Boris scurries abroad
Up skirt picture scandals make front page news
The bluetit mother makes silent journeys to and fro’
Radical returnees from ISIS fields slip back to the mother land
In the still air a foxglove bell falls silently to earth
Clusters of grubs droop either side the bluetit’s bill
The mother bird feeds her fledglings for the last time
Her mission for the year accomplished without fanfare,
Sends them off to fend for themselves in their world
In the House politicians huff and puff to no effect
Bills go back and forth the House of Lords
The blue tit looks around for her mate.