Blue Tit

On the fence there is a blue tit
It puts his head to the side and sits
From there it is watching me
It is clear, I can see
It already had put on weight
Winter might be here in a week or eight
It seems as if it wants me to tell
May be even put over me a spell
To hang up a bird feeder
I wonder, is this blue tit a leader?
It is so round and cute
Sure I don't want to be rude
I will feed him through the winter frost
I will be his cold time host
Don't worry little creature!
You are and important feature.