Bird Watcher's Poem
Don't know why, their is a hue and cry, people to anxious and worry to much, and in the process, forget how to touch. After all, their God, and Mother Nature can be anywhere, anytime, checking for dirty underwear. It's always been an absolute, and will never change, sooner, or later, one or both will come for us, just a matter of when, they give the roulette wheel their personal spin. So my advice to the bird watcher's out there, look at tomorrow with nary a care. Chill be yourself, make a mark, whether your favorite family is a finch or a lark. Just don't double park, and advice of friends heed, when under a camera's watchful eye don't speed. Getting to the open spaces, where wildlife can show you it's paces.
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