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One of my favourite poems, not about birds, but about bird watching…
The Bird Watcher by Carl Dennis
Now the coast of the county is grazed by light.
Farmers are rising in America.
Hunters in the North shoulder their guns
And march off into the woods.
The sky is crowded with small birds.
Unnoticed they scatter across fields and towns.
Now in the twilight before work
In his one moment of leisure
The bird watcher steps out of his house
To stand in the street and wait.
If a single stray circles nearby
Or calls from a maze of branches,
Or hovers as a speck far off,
The watcher, with no one nearby to look,
Points up, and with no one to listen
Breaks the silence, sounding out the name