On Seeing White Ibis Poem by Francis Duggan

I've seen them out by Woori Yallock way
On insects, grubs and grasshoppers they prey
In mid November latter days of spring
A time of year when young birds take to wing.

White Ibis is the name most know them by
Though others call them sacred wonder why?
Some say the sacred link could easily be
With famed sacred ibis of Egyptian antiquity.

Juveniles with more dark on them than white
And large flocks of them quite a familiar sight
I love to watch them floating in the sky
As they do look very graceful as they fly.

They build their nests on trees by inland lake
And hoarse like grunts the only sound they make
The sacred ibis birds i often see
In suburban park or way out the country.