It’s Poetry Friday and I am still enjoying the advent of Spring, one of my favourite seasons. There is a lot of very active bird life on my morning walks at present – magpies, ducks (with ducklings!), spoonbills, willy wagtails, swamphens, and more. I love to watch them, but they don’t always seem quite as happy to see me. Thus, this week’s poem.
Watching
I took a walk along a path
Beside a lake, beneath a tree
And looked and saw and stopped and smiled
That there was so much there to see.
Ducks and wagtails, spoonbills, crows
Bright butterflies, a busy bee
But then I paused to wonder if
All that I watched was watching me.
And even as I wondered this
A nearby magpie turned to flee
Flying away to a safe branch
So off I walked, and let him be.
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KatApel says
I love the spring birds, Sally. We have a large dam near our house, with brolgas, jabiru, black swans, jacanas and so many other exquisite birds, large and small. I never will tire of them. Lovely to see we share the enjoyment. (And yes, there is always a flurry of wings when they spy me watching them.)
Gathering Books says
I have recently been interested in birds. There aren’t as many kinds where I live, but there are a few that perch on a tree and i watch them in fascination. There’s something incredibly beautiful and freeing about them. Thanks for sharing this poem and a piece of your daily walk.
Sally says
Thanks for visiting. I agree, watching birds is a joyful experience 🙂
Linda Baie says
I love this, Sally, and would love to see a willy wagtail on my daily walks! Happy Spring to you!
Sally says
Thanks Linda. There are so many around here. They are one of my favourites.
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes says
Lovely poem for a lovely spring, Sally. Enjoy!
Sally says
Thanks Michelle 🙂
Tricia says
Spring is one of my favorite seasons, so I’m a bit jealous you’re heading into the wonder of spring as we head into fall. As much as I love fall, it heralds winter, and that is not a favorite.
Your poem is lovely and captures beautifully the spirit of a spring walk. Thanks for sharing.
Sally says
Thanks Tricia. A feel your pain about heading into Winter. It’s not my favourite either.
Tara says
A poem full of lovely noticings, thanks for sharing, Sally!
Sally says
Thanks Tara 🙂