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
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