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NOTES: The first reviewer of this poem did not know that a Blue Tit was a bird. So I thought I should clarify in the note. Basically, we have a nesting box on a Silver Birch Tree near my office window. Blue Tits are nesting in it. The male is quite territorial and guards the area against other Blue Tit males. Unfortunately, when the sun shines on the windows he sees his own reflection in it and thinks that it is an intruder and so he keeps flying at the window to attack this enemy Blue Tit. I used this in the poem as a metaphor for the roots of male violence.
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