A poem by my cousin, Rachel McGladdery. It's called "Birder". Enjoy.
Rachel is a very good poet. Google her if you want more.
Birder
You have the eyes of a birder
far away and crinkled
a certain gait of stop start stop start
and the giddy reel from watching things above your head.
sometimes you stumble
bundled in black
skenning horizons
scanning shrubs
and stock-still standing
you can recognize
the flash of chaffinch
the beak of dunnock
but you’re always on the lookout
for something more
to watch and store
no camera or bins,
just the image etched upon your brain
and running back home in the rain
to look it up
and write it.