Wild Birds
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I am an Ibis, a wading bird.
Times have become quite absurd.
My family used to enjoy the wetlands.
The cool fresh water answered all our demands.
The global weather patterns have all changed.
The water situation is definitely rearranged.
Water in our habitat did just deteriorate.
Forcing us to fly east and migrate.
We all made homes in each city.
Which is really now such a pity.
Our search for water is sad.
Our future is pretty bad.
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