Sad Movies

Cynthia had grandma duties so I went to Ecopark alone.

I saw my first bird which didn’t take too long

An Ashy Thrush flew up to the branch of a tree

Just as I was being joined by Bert and company.

We climbed up the narrow trail hoping to see

The kingfisher that birders nicknamed Spotty

But Spotty strangely was nowhere to be found

So we all decided to explore the other trails around

When we stopped to rest we saw some movement above

Looking up we all saw a lovely White-eared Brown Dove

Farther into the forest we went and then once again paused

Because a Mangrove Blue Flycatcher stopped by and posed

As rising temperatures announced the approaching midday

I said goodbye to my friends and went my own separate way

That night as I was going over my friend’s posts in Facebook

There was something there that made me do a second look

A photo of an Eye-browed Thrush was posted by Bert

Suddenly I felt as if I was cursed by mother earth

Five times I went to Ecopark hoping to see this thrush

Five times I failed, five times my heart was crushed

I was sniffling softly as I watched a dramatic TV show

Then slowly, silently my tears began to flow

Cynthia noticed this and she asked me why

I just told her that sad movies make me cry