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BIRD WATCH - 2
A white and grey marble bird stood on a stone
in the lake,
No feathers moved in the still air. not one
twitch did he make,
A perfect sculpture made by some unseen
perfect hand,
The eye we could see was alert and bright
surveying the land,
Did he choose to stand as still as stone
right there,
Or was it his turn for some reason to be
on guard there?
We watched and waited for awhile,
he did not move,
As if some great power of will to all
he had to prove
Then you could see him stiffen, eyes were
more bright,
Then before we noticed anything, he squarked
and a slight
Wind began to blow ,then it gusted hard
rain clouds came,
Then the picture changed the scene was
not the same,
For all the white and grey stones took flight
and were away,
Then the rain came down hard, cold and fast for
the rest of the day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 September 2005