Bird Watching

If I remember correctly, It began at the temples. I thought it most distinguished Mature, even attractive - Though it was the foreboding of things to come.

Over decades, it spread gradually Over the head, face and chest. Now I notice it appearing On my forearm, in ones and twos.

It took away the lustre in my eyes, Strength in my limbs - The slowing down of the systems Is ominous than ever.

It is evening; sitting in my armchair, I look at the sunlight slanting, Shadows lengthening, Night creeping up, cold.

I stretch my legs, take another sip Of the Whisky.

He will come When wind starts Rattling the windows, Swirling up dust Settling it gently on this floor When rain falls pitter-patter When fireflies start to dance - Silently he will come On the wings of the Great Horned Owl.