Hidden watcher for M 'lady Emma

narrative verse

Hidden watcher.

 

The salt marsh stretches endlessly

 and forms a perfect habitat

Where migrant birds nest in safety

to brood and raise a family.

 

Few hunters ever venture here,

 because they fear the boggy ground

That’s noted for its treachery.

So most prefer to hunt elsewhere.

 

Bird watchers come the whole year round.

They only shoot with cameras

 and they avoid the boggy ground

They know that rare birds can be found.

 

 

In the salt marsh beside the sea.

It is a twitcher’s paradise

They record meticulously

each and every bird they see

 

The salt marsh lies beside the sea.

 As it has done since time began.

A panorama of rare beauty

That is changing constantly.

 

It changes as the seasons change.

I does not stay the same for long.

 Nature can and does rearrange

to make the landscape look quite strange.

 

An eerie place and frightening

 when covered by a dense sea fret.

When you can see and hear nothing

 above the roar of waves breaking.

 

There’s nowhere I’d prefer to be

Than esconced in my favourite hide.

To watch the birds in secrecy

I can see them They can’t see me.

 

Sunday, 15 August 2010.

 

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