Magpie Tales #103 "Captured"

Captured

A day gray in beauty
I walk, content
with simplicity captured.

But then,
a saturated gemstone
appears for a swooping instant
and vanishes amongst the bramble.

Twisting,
I look low, look high,
find him conspicuously stylish
almost eye level, evasive,
suspicious of the
interloper.

Fingers cold, arm heavy,
like a hunter I wait,
motionless.

Finally, a sweet dainty version
full of charm appears
causing Ruby Red
to throw caution to the wind
and pay court.

Head tilting, tail twitching
for the moment distracted,
he's wooed by clever, coy female
who appears to have his heart
in the palm of her hand.

With sites aligned,
I shoot.

Another uplifting experience,
captured, preserved.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, February 6, 2012

I wrote this poem thinking the smaller bird was a female cardinal.   Alas, I was wrong.  I should have remembered they have crests as well.  I will just have to go back and wait, this time with a tri-pod.

and for the record, the photos below are the "simplicity captured" that I was content with until "Mr. Fancy Pants" flew by...  And I can tell you, I regretted not bringing my tripod on this photo excursion to the bog garden!

The poem "Captured" is for "Magpie Tales #103".  The challenge is to write a poem inspired by this week's Magpie photo prompt below.

A grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow