hello scott,
you are to modest,accepting the fact,that this poem was beautiful written
and different than all the discussion what goes on about birding. thanks
for sharing.
ruth
GODWIT at worldnet.att.net

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> From: S&C Richardson <salix at halcyon.com>
> To: tweeters at u.washington.edu
> Subject: Amateur poet bird i.d. quiz
> Date: Monday, October 13, 1997 10:01 PM
>
> Amateur poet bird i.d. quiz
>
> Montlake Fill, October 10
>
> A tan flock of ten erupts unpredictably
> uttering p-r-r-its.
>
> It rises, gathers,
> cirles thrice uncertainly,
> and twitches earthward
>
> to fall all as one
> and become invisible
> once more in tall grass.
>
> Step once and scan and
> step once more and scan again,
> incrementally.
>
> In thirteen minutes
> one seen, preening itself back
> into a grass blade.
>
> The next burst of flight
> seemingly under my feet.
> Tan again, dark tails.
>
> Similar routine:
> Flit flit flit, prit prit prit, trip
> in and disappear.
>
> Over my shoulder:
> "MIKE CHECK." Wha..?! Oh, Husky
> Soccer announcer
>
> sound system testing.
> "TEST." "...Everybody dance now!
> DUNT, DUNT, DUN DUN DUNT, DUNT, DUN
>
> DUN DUNT, DUNT, DUN DUN..."
>
> I know where they are
> and I scrutinize the spot.
> Nothing. I approach.
>
> Nothing. They fly again.
> a languid, apprehensive
> cheeep joins the rattle.
>
> After they vanish,
> I decide to let them be
> unidentified.
> --
> Scott