a glossy ibis passed my way
and turned to south as if to say
that I must too some somber day
the darkest nomad came alone
as if a tropic wind had blown
to bring him to my peaceful home
I saw at once he bode no good
and I would flee if I yet could
but I was frozen where I stood
a message clear was in the air
the bird was sent to simply bear
reminders of my cold despair
for night must fall as it may seem
upon a dark and ebon stream
where ibis haunt my dismal dream
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