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Birdwatching
Each morn at dawn, I take my perch
Awaiting apt brightness to start my search.
A flash of wings, catches my eye,
As tiny flocks of birds flutter on by.
It's a busy time as hungry birds feed,
Diving below, poking in holes, rummaging in weed.
With binoculars at the ready, I spy
A flock of godwits flying high.
A gaggle of terns chatting away on sand banks
Sea gulls squabbling with wrens on the flanks.
The air is filled with a cacophony of sound
As each bird calls out its plea to be found.
In this peaceful time for me, I feel at ease
Lost in the bird count, squatting on knees
As the sun begins to rise up high in the sky
I bid my feathered friends goodbye
Until tomorrow, when I’ll be back
To watch the birds again, after a nap in shack.
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