Poetic Verses
Bird Catching
As a boy this would capture my stare
The lovely sight of those birds flying in the air
That happy hummingbird flying from flower to flower
It's proboscis probing looking for nectar would burrow
Those butterflies with such an array of colours
My brother and I through the bush would chase for hours
And the process our clothes would have such a scent
There was no mistaking about where we went
There was these particular birds I wanted to capture
Those light brown feathered doves were the ones I was after
So if I catch some, I believe there would be little problem
To tame and over time be able to domesticate them
After carefully packing some stick like a fence
Leaving a little space to serve as an entrance
A flexible rod it's tip had a string with a noose
In the fenced area the feed was scattered loose
In front was placed a wire bent in an arch
There was a little stick placed horizontally like a perch
This rested in Y-shape stick,on top of which was the noose
When stepped on the the rod lifted and it would be caught goose
After many years of setting this trap
A black bird was the only one I ever catch
Oh! it was so cross by those loud noises and and screams
I cut it loose and it quickly departed the scene
There were days on inspection the rod would fly
And the feed was eaten made me want to cry
But I could not understand how this could ever be
I would not believe this, if I did not see
There were a number of birds sitting on the rod
Happily flapping their wings making it bob
This action engaged the flying mechanism
The rod lifted clearing the way for them to eat to their satisfaction
The lovely sight of those birds flying in the air
That happy hummingbird flying from flower to flower
It's proboscis probing looking for nectar would burrow
Those butterflies with such an array of colours
My brother and I through the bush would chase for hours
And the process our clothes would have such a scent
There was no mistaking about where we went
There was these particular birds I wanted to capture
Those light brown feathered doves were the ones I was after
So if I catch some, I believe there would be little problem
To tame and over time be able to domesticate them
After carefully packing some stick like a fence
Leaving a little space to serve as an entrance
A flexible rod it's tip had a string with a noose
In the fenced area the feed was scattered loose
In front was placed a wire bent in an arch
There was a little stick placed horizontally like a perch
This rested in Y-shape stick,on top of which was the noose
When stepped on the the rod lifted and it would be caught goose
After many years of setting this trap
A black bird was the only one I ever catch
Oh! it was so cross by those loud noises and and screams
I cut it loose and it quickly departed the scene
There were days on inspection the rod would fly
And the feed was eaten made me want to cry
But I could not understand how this could ever be
I would not believe this, if I did not see
There were a number of birds sitting on the rod
Happily flapping their wings making it bob
This action engaged the flying mechanism
The rod lifted clearing the way for them to eat to their satisfaction
