Big, shiny lenses
Great for looking through
Amazingly clear images
Perfect for spying, too

Long, black straps
Hanging around my neck
Five minutes later: Where’d I put them?
I’ll have to go and check

Smooth, olive surface
Held in my hands
When I hear a bird, I lift them up
And around the woods I scan

When I get home
I put them on a stand
And there they sit, patiently waiting
Until it is time to go out again