A Poem for 5/3/17 by Sally Stackhouse
People look at me, they ooh and aah at what they see.
They don’t realise how hard life can be.
My long legs and curvy neck, with wings I can fly up high into the sky.
I stride out over a lake
Aware of a volcanic quake
Any moment a geyser could strike pouring out acidic fumes.
I am of the avian species they assume
I am an oddity in the bird world
Naturalists want to know more
My habitat is toxic to humans.
So they won’t bring their guns
Hopefully I’m safe for now
Another day I’m allowed.