When flighting time is on I go <br />With clap-net and decoy, <br />A-fowling after goldfinches <br />And other birds of joy; <br />I lurk among the thickets of <br />The Heart where they are bred, <br />And catch the twittering beauties as <br />They fly into my Head.<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birdcatcher/
