I must admit, it's been a while since I looked at your blog, having thought it may have gone quiet after you reached your target. I'll try and find time to pop in today and have a look, see what I've missed.
The poem is superb, I really like it. I particularly liked the line "The Linnets that we overlook" because I know only too well that birders often get so excited about the 'specials' they're looking for that they tend to forget how beautiful the 'common' ones are. The final three lines are stunning!
Let me reply with a poem what I recently wrote on Born Poets (a poetry forum to which I subscribe at) about our old friend the Ovambo Sparrowhawk, who recently returned to the pylons to 'thin out the numbers' of the LBJ's that frequent our gardens. The challenge for the day was to write an eight line poem (and yes, it was inspired by Bowie's song of that name, my idea), so here it is.
The Sparrow And The Hawk
Overcast day, silent and grey,
sits on his hunting perch scanning for prey.
Still as a rock, eyeing the flock
seeking a target on which he can lock.
King of the sky, glint in his eye,
watches for little birds passing him by.
Sparrow flies past, victim at last,
aerial predator lethal and fast.
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