Eudocimus albus

I walk the day 

into the night

The white ibis

they bicker

they fight

over there

on the grass

no food left-

under beak

nor brush, or

feathers fluff

ibis wings flutter

amass, pecking

at the withered 


order is lost

to chaos and


Eudocimus albus-

curved swords 

clash, thrash

gnash at each

billed beak,

like hurricanes

they pass, to waves

that wade in high tides

and dry grass.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

#Poetry #Freeverse #White #Ibis

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      1. We have a bird sanctuary called Pensthorpe here. They have a flock in a caged enclosure. You can go in to see and photograph them. I go in they all start trying to eat my shoes! So, I know what you mean about feisty!

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