They don’t walk they stalk,
Wading through shallow waters.
They don’t smile they smirk,
Prodding their beaks
At every fish they see.
Not even to compliment,
But to make fun, fluffing their
Feathers trying over shine our neighbor
Not only flying low, but
Striking at those who try to
Take the others territory.
Wondering the places of green,
Looking for that one true love.
Dancing and swaying, bobbing
Heads and bracing arms.
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