Bird Watching Poem by Chris Prabu

After the demise of my wife
I had no way to calm down
My howling, drooping, monkey mind.
Friends, colleagues and well wishers
Suggested many hopeful ideas
Such as reading, Yoga class, gym etc
But I chose bird watching
To mend my feeble, frail mind.

I almost took two months
To find a perfect gear for the task
Finally bought an affordable camera..Nikon p900
I was so curious to take my first photo
Its almost dusk when clicked
And could take only the tired, exhausted birds
Swiftly hurried to their cozy nests
To feed their last meal of the day.

Now...this unusual whim becomes a passion
And I'm wandering forest, rivers, lakes
Barren rocky mountains and thorny shrubbery bushes
In search of the winged friends.
I patiently wait for hours in camouflage
And cautiously stay in distance without make any noise
Like a cop who waits for the thief
To catch him in his custody.

They're reigning the infinite blue sky
Under the almighty of the mother nature.
Stalking, soaring, brooding, foraging
Oh! ! whatever they do is such an heavenly treat.
They're curious, cautious, magnificent
And sometimes furious if we hurt
In them I try to forget my loneliness
Though its not possible.