Every time that I mow the lawn <br />he waits in a tree <br />on me to finish <br />and there are times <br />that he gets impatient <br />and his hoopoe resounds. <br /> <br />Just when I walk away <br />he flies fluttering down <br />and pecks everywhere <br />to get worms <br />and insects <br /> <br />and I see his orange brown quiff <br />standing up <br />and it’s as if his body <br />glows shimmering orange <br /> <br />and there are black and white stripes <br />going to the points <br />of his wings <br />while like a woodpecker <br />he hits his bill <br />here and there into the ground <br /> <br />and like a chicken <br />pecking up seed <br />picks up insects from the ground.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hoopoe/
