#2,420 Shots
I met a twitcher’s child – she
swiped through her shots to
reprise a closeup [captured
earlier] of a feeding cuckoo –
a mutter of ladybird – as she
scrolled on her father cooed
in delight – a bartering of his
ornithological raptures with
a stranger [his daughter was
a reduced version of him – in
dark khakis – both keen bird
watchers] – I often shot birds
with my dad – my aimed gun
aligned by my keen eyesight