A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight High up in the trees His vocal song comes raining down But still I cannot see He gives me but the shortest glimpse Behind the curtained leaves Whilst singing here and flitting there In the tops of trees The singing stops but still I look Scanning high and low Hidden now by just one leaf My hope now starts to grow Into the suns shining spotlight Thos little bird hops out For just a moment and then he's gone I give a joyful shout Deep into trees the bird flies on Ne'er more to grace my eye But with my glass I search on still To fine one more surprise