I'Ll Capture Him
Songbirds singing in the wind
Beautiful birdies on the limbs
Field mice playing in the grass
Mighty owl makes a pass
On this morning I do proclaim
Nature's playing its morning games
My presence is silent, it is not known
While I'm sitting stealthy up in a tree
Watching nature be nature, so naturally
Glasses in one hand,Camara in the other
My goal; to capture our loving mother
The conditions are fair
The timing is right
Today will be the day that I capture
Illusive bigfoot on his morning flight
They say he's not real,it's in my head
But I'll prove them all wrong
With a picture that shows
Well it'll show
He's not dead
R.K.H
10/16/2021
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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