A Visitor

An ibis has come to visit,
she walked through the gate,
an old lady in mini skirts,
long bony legs
stately pacing.

She wanders our yard,
fearless, impervious of us,
shifting decaying leaves,
curved beak
seeking toad tid-bits.

Silent, awed pets watch her,
every movement observed
from vantage points,
jealous eyes
securing home ground.

I worry, toads are deadly,
an imported mistake,
they kill our native fauna –
then comfort myself
she’s done this before.
By Frances McKay


Copyright © – Frances Mackay 2004