Rara Avis

Crawling on their knees

Keeping to the downwind

They keep waiting 

With their large cameras

Ready to roll at the first glimpse

Of the fabulous Rara Avis

The mikes switched on

Making sure they won't miss

The mating song 

Of the mythical Rara Avis

Devoured by hordes of mossies

They do no dare to swat them

Utter silence is to be observed

If they want to sight

The elusive Rara Avis

They are dreaming

Of the winning fame

Which will claim

Their successful return

Bigger than The Lock Ness

The Rara Avis will bring them

The sun is setting behind the hills

Another day without sighting

Better luck tomorrow 

It will be the day for sure.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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TSL! 29/30

NaPoWrimo 2016