Twitcher

A young Boy Peered through binoculars at a hotel of birds nesting in the canopy of the treetops.

Their colours size and beaks all range so vastly.

The boy assessed, using an index on different species to try to name each one but was unable to identify any

The Boy turned to his grandfather who had been waiting patiently to view the spectacle

Grandpa how am i able to see who the birds are he asked

The grandfather replied slowly, sing a song so sweet that no one can refuse

So the boy sang sweetly

Much to his surprise the birds reorganized in the canopy for those that joined in with hi song climbed to the highest point in the treetop

As those who were silent sank below

The boy jumped expressing to his grandfather his joy for what he saw

Yet still, the birds did not match any in his book nor was it easier to see with all the different bright colours now so closely clustered

So the boy came with more questions

Sing a song so sad that it melts the heart

The boy did just that bringing tears to the old man's eyes

Some birds too sang with him while others fled

Now there were not many left Still no match although

although it was a smaller batch not one could be identified

The boy came to find

The boy comes with a statement.

"These birds are not to be known".

The grandfather laughed and said Scream with rage

So the boy let loose in the directions of the birds

Some lept yet two stayed

What are these, grandpa? said the boy passing him his binoculars.

The old man peered through them with a smile.

These are your friends.

For our true friends are the ones we can express all of our self to and they will say.

As always peace and love from me to you