Cattle Egret

The whitish bird, Soon in the midst of a herd: One, two and, soon, a third …. Partly there to supervise their curd, Fractionally, to catch their navigating word; Sometimes around pacing like their king, While their “moos” in its ears ring. But chiefly the Egret is visiting a dining table, Of which a reaching it is capable: Easily, a pecking pouncing on the parasites. That their dung-smeared bodies have chosen as sites. At this, forever, The ingeniously clever, Neat-looking Cattle Egret, Doesn’t an unhygienic meal regret.