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Grandfather and birds
Poem: grandfather and birds
My grandfather keeps his love to birds since he was 5, birds here, birds there, there are birds in his house everywhere. Loves to see them fly and loves to see them in the sky. Every weekend in the woods he is, looking for an amazing bird. He started hunting them for study until he became an expert, he knows if it’s a pheasant or is a red neck. When he is in a ranch at 5 am he needs to wake up so he can see birds moving slow. He takes care of birds like nobody else. Every family reunion he takes his photos so we can see how many birds he has seen. Many people ask him why he love them and why he spend so many time with them but the only answer they get is that he doesn’t know but he won’t regret. In the streets, at the park or in his house, anywhere a bird could be seen, my grandfather would be in. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t sleep if a parrot would pass over him, he would be there waiting to see its wings free. He has been all over the country looking for birds, Coahuila, Chihuahua or Colima it doesn’t matter if he could see a flock flying over a big rock. With his binoculars he could see birds miles away, places farther than the empire state. When he walks by he always see birds flying in the sky, maybe he wants to be one of them because he also sing the same. Every night he looks at the sky because he know the next day would be full of incredible birds. He prefers to see a bird rather than to see a cake. All he wants its to be free to see great birds coming thru him. All he wishes is to continue his life surrounded by birds, watching and catching them. Since he was young he started a collection of birds, birds from here, birds from there, he has hunted birds everywhere. He had hunted in Chiapas and he had hunted in Xalapa it doesn’t matter at all, the only thing that he wants its to get them all. Believe it or not he has gotten one of the most important collections of the world. Then of many decades of work the bird museum is doing its job.
