For hours I crouched on a steep, craggy cliff,
binoculars poised and legs getting stiff,
up to my eyes in gorse, grass and heather,
ignoring the rain and windy Welsh weather.
I was looking for a puffin, such a comical bird.
It’s a good place to spot them – or so I have heard.
They are rare as hen’s teeth and hard to see
and a puffin’s the bird that’s evaded me!
Then suddenly, I heard a voice shout, “Surprise!”
I really could not believe my own eyes!
A puffin with notebook and camouflage jacket,
walking boots, hat and packed lunch in a packet.
“It’s rare to sight a human birdwatcher,”
said the puffin, consulting his list. “Now I’ve gotcha!”
Before I could answer, he shot off down his burrow,
leaving me open-mouthed and forehead all furrowed.
P.S.
I haven’t told a soul (’cept you) ’bout my puffin,
so please – tell no one, not anything, ’nuffin!
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Kit Weston is a former teacher and school librarian, with a thirst for words – now most often discovered writing, reading or on a beach walking and cold-water swimming. Finding the right book to ignite a love of reading in children is a perpetual goal! Her poems can be found aboard The Dirigible Balloon, in Little Thoughts Press, Tyger Tyger and Parakeet Magazines, in The Scaryness Express, and in the anthology Sky Surfing: Excellent Adventures in a Poetry Balloon.
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