They were standing on the viewing
platform
with their focal acquisitions, long
zoom cameras, spotting scopes, and
carbon fiber
tripods, looking for another bird
to acquisition for their memories,
while
consulting with each other on the technical
specs of their recently-acquired
equipment,
divulging stories of the special
sightings
they remembered like a snowy owl
consuming innards of a meadow vole
as twenty birders grabbed exclusive
pictures.
Their chatter was annoying me as I
looked out upon a spacious empty
winter
marshland. What about my own
attempt
to acquisition all that precious
silence?
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