Plains-Wanderer Bird

A little bird sits like a statue,

Camouflaged by the grassland,

Silent and hidden,

Truly unique, a rare species,

Full of curiosity,

It explores and journeys.

Searching the vast open spaces,

Brown grasslands and rich red soils,

Wide open spaces,

The infinite land,

The home of the plains-wanderer.

They never rest,

Always scanning their surroundings,

And the sky above,

Looking for danger, danger, danger.

Surviving the hot summer sun,

And bitter cold of winter.

These beautiful birds,

Numbers continue to shrink,

Creeping closer to extinction.