A Pome dedicated to the worker for a green “Cause” and those who Adore him.
The hustle and bustle, as the relentless biological Clock
Moves amidst overcrowded space, and flurried flock.
As space adjusts with a life, of edge and balances act
Of offended birds waylaying others with less tact.
Of restless movement,hither and thither and all round,
Of the immobility of egg-hatching mothers holding ground.
Of the stillness, of preening birds practising self indulgence
Of the fluffy fledglings’ lost tumblings, their judged innocence
Confronting hostile “aunts???, or fondling foster mothers,
Playful older chicks, several darting “sisters and brothers???,
To a fluffy stop in front of malevolent- intent- weighing cocks
Skeltering mother frantically announcing lost chick in the flocks.
This boy loved bird watching, their activities and life,
When he grew up, through all the distracting strife
The bird watcher made his choice, his career
A cause,to protect the birds and enhance and steer
Their life through all kinds of danger!!!!
Do deeds even if they sound a lot more stranger
Than fiction, Flyways, bird safety measures, save them
From harm, from pollution and superstition, wicked mayhem.
What he is doing for birds, the list goes on and on
Heard globally , like he is a??? feather??? in the cap of audubon!!
Would that more and more wide eyed kids pursue
Their bird watching dreams and make them come true.
(All because of a Favorite spot
Which led a boy to do a lot.)