Wading Bird Poems - Poems about Wading Bird

...Hue and cry road map, totem sign or lachrymose, knee-deep self compass, wading bird of psychic lull, being is a misty quest, that oblong pointer centered, on some phantom bridge, or other cros......

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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 chan......

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...I have an S-curved neck I am a tropical bird who can stand on one foot hot pink feathered wading bird I eat shrimp plankton and algae who am I?......

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...Hue and cry roadmap totem sign or lachrymose knee-deep self compass wading bird of psychic lull being is a misty quest that oblong pointer centred on some phantom bridge Date created and p......

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...WEST WIND 2 Be willingly wise with worthy ways as us Westerners cos winter wind of woes wanders about like a wandering Wolf windsurfing in wildlife. Winter windup waves of weird wonder wondr......

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...I saw a heart on a Large pink to scarlet web-footed wading bird with down-bent bill, The heart was pink and so very hard to see, but I knew it was there, Because it was in my little Minnie’s smile.......

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...Greater Flamingo, you beautiful wading bird. What a captivating sight you are! Long-legged, web-footed wonder with aquiline beak; ......

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...Florida Everglades Wind by Mark Mazzarella Trolling over the deep backwaters of the Everglades, turtles snapped and alligators sunned on banks, still as statues.......

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...The Buzzard and Flamingo-- A wading bird, stance on one leg, so beautiful... Flamingo-- chiefly soars in the air birds of prey broad wings carnivorous, eater of dead thin......

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...Why, do we call it Something it’s not If we’re going to name things Let’s give it, some thought If it’s called a chilli Then why is it so hot And I can say this A guinea pig, is not A pra......

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...In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime, the fair girl found a tall, black egret with whom she could have a chat; and was it the same one that her parents rescued from......

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