This morning when I went to the beach I saw the strangest bird. I didn’t expect to see this when I started my bird-poem diary.
The Strangest Bird
Blue and yellow feathers that shine like metal
Silver plume on its head that spins in the wind
Clumpy feet that squat on the sand and the grass
This is the noisiest bird I have seen at the beach
and when I hear it coming I duck for cover.
It’s a working bird, it’s a searching bird
it’s a filming bird, it’s a helicopter bird.