A look, a sound, a flash, a feather,
Necks crooked, glass up, focus.
Make no mind what the weather.
We must see it, and make a fuss.
A lifer perhaps, for county or state,
A goal of some, the passion of others.
Seldom found, a lifetime to wait.
Fun to share with birding brothers.
Will it be new on the list?
A gift from Mother, or God if you will.
Knowing not if it be hit or miss.
Either way ‘twill be a thrill.
More have come, with glass at ready,
Having heard rumor of feathered rareness.
Who started it still a mystery.
Perhaps a joke so they can watch us.
The tree of suspicion now in sight
All ears at perk and fingers crossed,
The sun now making perfect light.
We must see it at any cost.
As leaves rustle and breaths are held,
Like statues waiting for the apparition.
Glasses up, to eyes they weld,
Ready to partake in this great tradition.
Now the wait will soon be done
As this lifer birding comes to peak,
With friends and others having fun,
All in hope for the bird we seek.
Seen at last, it takes to flight
Indeed a beauty sleek, with a song to love.
But birders just sigh at the sight.
Behold ‘tis but a Mourning Dove.
a wonderful poem of feathered anticipation to observe a very rare sight that of a life bird? ......well written Mick
Excellent write, Mick. Very worthy of Poem Of The Day. Congratulations! You may wish to change the title. Like Robert, I thought it was about someone serving a life sentence.
It is great to be reminded of this wonderful hobby. A Lovely write and photo.
Wuuuh! Give it up... This a poem here... Love the conclusion: the last line's dope... Great! Joshua.
Mick, I’m glad to be introduced to your poetry with this poem. The Mourning Dove, though common here and perhaps in many places, indeed has beauty sleek. I like the picture that accompanies this poem! Be well! -Glen
The title of the poem is not as good as the theme........still it is well composed with touching words and emotions Cong. for being selected as P.O.D.....THANKS FOR SHARING
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The chase they found was just as fun For new birds are but rarely found A mourning dove gave them a run And for a while, they were spellbound Thank you for sharing your very beautiful poem. Enjoyed greatly