BIRD WATCHERCopyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Right before dusk
When it’s quiet and calm
She gets out her camera
Held tight in her palm.
Sitting down at a distance
Primed, ready to shoot
The gray doves congregating,
Not giving a hoot.
They mingle and cluster
Some sit on their perch
Waiting their turn
Then they all give a lurch.
Straight down at the food bank
Piled high on the ground
Not one will leave hungry
When they head homeward bound.
But oh, what a show
They put on for their host
That’s the least they can do
For their host with the most.
Some flutter in mid-air
Some act camera shy
Others stand on their friends backs
At least they give it a try.
These are some of God’s creatures
So whatever we do
We need to feed and protect them
Or she might turn her camera on you ….
Dedicated to the lady with the acrobat birds
2009 Gerti Blackwell
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/
When it’s quiet and calm
She gets out her camera
Held tight in her palm.
Sitting down at a distance
Primed, ready to shoot
The gray doves congregating,
Not giving a hoot.
They mingle and cluster
Some sit on their perch
Waiting their turn
Then they all give a lurch.
Straight down at the food bank
Piled high on the ground
Not one will leave hungry
When they head homeward bound.
But oh, what a show
They put on for their host
That’s the least they can do
For their host with the most.
Some flutter in mid-air
Some act camera shy
Others stand on their friends backs
At least they give it a try.
These are some of God’s creatures
So whatever we do
We need to feed and protect them
Or she might turn her camera on you ….
Dedicated to the lady with the acrobat birds
2009 Gerti Blackwell
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/
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