Though visually-impaired I am,
I'm not a Bushnell Trophy Cam.
It takes its photos in the dark,
of moose and deer and brush and bark,
but this is not it's bestest feature;
it's not a true nocturnal creature.
Its up-close photos blurry are -
with this it's almost on a par
with me, whose focus right up close
is poor and makes me quite morose
when reading crossword clues
or trying to re-wire a fuse,
or threading a needle, removing a splinter,
or reading some tiny print cursing the printer!
The Bushnell's small, compact and neat -
it won't get caught beneath your feet;
combines its audio and video
in one impregnable presidio
where, though there is great battery life,
the batteries (unless you use a knife)
are virtually impossible to change
and this is something rather strange,
a kind of ill-disposed ludology
with true time lapse technology.
Stray turkeys and nomadic deer
are caught on Bushnell's camera clear;
it's pensive tree-appended stare
will catch the odd meandering bear.
Though if the bear should see it there,
then Bushnell's Trophy Cam, beware!
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