Here are two photographs of a hoopoe. My poem that follows recalls the exact scene, as I watched him and snapped away with a pleased smile.
This little hoopoe had such a lot to do
He landed on the lawn from a sky bright blue
He pranced and pranced all over the grass
And pecked at the soil like a dainty lass
Oh, what a bill he had, fine and long
Just then though, he rendered no song
He had a black eye, bright and beady
He focused on his lunch, but didn’t seem greedy
Every now and then, he would bend down
To catch an insect and bob his crown
Oh, what a pretty little sight the Hoopoe made
He stayed for a time, before a farewell he bade!