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.