The Birds Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The birds

I have done some of what,
Routinely, birdwatchers,
Do, enjoy, and observe.

Find, select a corner,
Stand there,
Be silent and solemn.

Stop, count the moments,
Look above, right to left,
They arrive, you wonder.

Their scouts, clever,
Spy, mainly single,
To inform the others.

They test the food at first,
Soft? Sweet? Pleasant?
Or false? Or poison?

Full of joy, celebrate,
Pick a seed and again,
Spread wings and tails.

I stood and questioned:
'Who made them?
Why? Where? When? '

Found me lost in myself,
Felt like dust particles,
Totally forgot them…

Thought of calm and nature,
From lakes to mountains,
Saw clouds come, gather,
Some looked like elephants,
And giraffes, wolves, jackals,
Then a cat and dog fight.

Poured on me raindrops,
I escaped, my best run!