Bird Watching!

A poem written for an attempt to get a photo of some birds..

As the wings rised,
and as the bird prepared to flap,
I put on my camera strap,
Ready to capture its graceful move,
With all hope to get the snap,
N then it decided to soar,
And i pressed the click button half way through,
I waited for it to fly,
Hoping that it wouldnt go fail like the last attempt,
N there it took off,
N snap i clicked ,
And finally the free move had graced my camera..

-peace.creations

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Peace.Creations]

Oh yes! That's a nice interpretation! I like the way you have put it especially the last 4 lines of ur review! That's exactly my interpretation:) And the hunter one is also quite relevant:)

[Cicera]

The other example that this description of punctuality in pointing and aiming reminds me of-though in a less entertaining way-is the bird hunter who aims at the same bird, but without waiting for that free move to happen; he lets his gun discharge. While that type of bird watching charges grace with death, the artist's lens pawns this life until the moment of embarkation. And then it sets to freedom, whence no debt, no obligations or bindings whatsoever can be heard or make an echo. In that moment the snap clicks, the bird flies and that momentary image lives forever.