Two ibises

Sounding their horns harshly
two ibises rise from the lawn,
rise from their snail pecking
with hard big wings

slapping against the rainy air,
but neck on neck
keeping to straight formation
stretching out lifting into the wind

again they shriek at the barking dog
before swinging in flight
to a new direction.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!