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
grass
order is lost
to chaos and
sass,
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
poetry out of nature 😊
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Nature 🔥❤️
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your blog is amazing!
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Just saw this comment, thank you!
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niice
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Very good. A flattering, feisty poem for the wonderful ibis.
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Thank you! It was a feisty flock for sure 😀
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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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Haha 😆 that’s funny. Living here in Sarasota is like a big bird sanctuary, I love to see the unique variety here.
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That sounds wonderful. We have a large variety here but most small birds unless you can get to a lake. I love being out and surrounded by nature and wildlife.
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Yeah me too, it’s super calming, good day mate 🙋🏻♂️
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