A division of white plumed dowitchers
March in time to the pulse of subterranean
Stabbing the soil with scythe beak swords
They secure a squirming victory
Then squabble over who shall eat
This is offered for Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, open link night–I finally made it over there! A bit of wordplay for the white ibis that frequent our lawns and delight me every morning walk.