Upon arrival at paradisical Florida, I promptly noticed a most intriging flying friend, the White Ibis. We throw bread to them and large flocks form.

So I wrote this to honor My Favorite Bird.


Favorite Bird

Frosty white, shining and spotless,
Wings and trunk.
Brimming with electric spunk.

Face of brilliant fire, head of icy snow,
Eye an ethereal sapphire captured blue,
Legs a tropical sunset hue.

A burning bill long and curved.
Jabbing like a slivered stake,
A low mild honking at the food he takes.

Digging for crustaceans
Amongst the stones of the muddy watery bank
Endlessly probing the soil, rich and dank.

They stretch out their bleached serpentine throats,
To the bread my hand offers at the park,
Their beak crimson and stark.

At dusk they wing away,
As a flapping shifting flock-
I swear they must consult the clock.

My favorite bird so delicate and graceful,
Never seen up North from whence I come,
Can't wait to watch these fabulous wading birds
At dawn's vivid ruddy rising sun.




Poetry by Stephen Jay
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Written on 2011-09-26 at 06:28

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bewtyfule , in your words I too see the wonderful bird in your so well expresst words.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-09-26