Dirty beaked Sheathbill
treads between Penguins
a clucking fowl
fussily looking for shit.
Pure white, though often rather stained,
nobody sees her standing in the snow
two black legs below an absence.
No one has a better
scatological imagination
seeking among sea bird tenements
their dregs of nourishment
undigested turds.
Hop in quick and you've got it !
The Sheathbill makes the best
of a bad situation.
Quite a survivor
when you come to think of it.