In the foliage, a flash of green
Colors of a vine snake, serpentine.
Emanating from the bushes, a raucous call,
That harsh chattering is a broadbill’s call!
I’m an intrepid explorer in Bangladeash,
A sleeveless shirt and shorts (this is my vesh)
The sweltering heat makes me sweat
My entire shirt is feeling wet.
Camera ‘round my neck, binocs in 1 hand,
Salt stick in the other, to kill leeches in this land.
My legs and hands are paining, I nurse my wounded arm
The forest is amazing though, and hasn’t lost its charm.
I’ve seen 80 lifers in a matter of 2 days
I shall wait a little more to see how the fate plays.
A yuhina flock flies overhead, I’ve seen them all before,
But I’d like to see something with rarity- a little more.
I came with aspirations of a forest full of birds,
How wrong I really ended up I can’t describe in words.
The birds have got me walking in these god-forsaken lands,
A place with tribals, no cities and occasional brigands.
I smile and think fondly of the place that I call home
As I trudge the world over, from Argentina to Nome.
In the start- it was thrilling- it was fun
But now my world-weariness has officially begun.
Suddenly, a brightly colored bird flits across the road,
Something that I don’t need is somebody to goad.
The pure thrill of the chase envelopes me again,
As I break into a sprint, running down the lane.
“I’ll see that bird if it’s the last thing I do!”
I think as I gallop off into the blue.
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