Bluer Skies!

Blue waters, White clouds, Bluer skies
Flocks of sea fowl suddenly arise
From a tiny little islet, which is a boy’ s favorite haunt
Who loves bird watching as they fly and flaunt.

It is difficult to say, what attracts one’ s gaze for so long,
The ultra-purity,no pollution, not a trace wrong,
Or is it the powerful play of power, a grand show
That enhances the Pure of the Elements more.
The “Fresh�, the vigour, the clean scent of the sea,
Venturesome spirit high,with each burst of energy,
Waves that hit and burst, hit and burst on the rock,
So much to see, and feel at each vibrant shock.
If even for a moment, the scene becomes still
Around the rock, as if waiting in the wings, rill
In single file, sallies forth, shifting across from
One end, to another, jostling, juggling bubbles that form,
That gone,another invades the scene, to move
Gracefully across right in front of the rock, to prove
“A ballerina�(glides, engulfed in spumes of gossamer)
Can hold the eye, as long as she lasts, the morn of summer.

And when the rock stands alone and bare
It is something the sea just cannot bear,
In compulsive overtures it throws over the rock
Shawls of green translucence and laces of froth,
Insisting on heavy drapes, that keep on covering
Then heavily sagging down and descending.
But all this melodrama weighs just about nought
For the observing boy who moves not a jot,
He is focussed on the birds,flying and alighting
On top of the small rock with strong winds smiting.
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.)

(A poem with a “Green� friendly, eco-conscious missive.)