The Eastern Curlew

Camouflaged, 

Between the trees,

A beautiful sight, 

But you’ll never see me,

With piercing eyes,

I’m watching you.

At the dead of night you’ll hear me scream,

A piercing cry that makes you feel,

An uneasy sense,

Of what’s to come,

But I’m just talking to my chum.

I’m hard to help,

I know I am,

The perfect target, yes I am,

Standing still,  

You can’t see me.

But a fox can.

I’m a curlew, yes I am,

An eastern curlew,

Threatened I am.