You'll see him there in the salt lagoons, balding withered parchment skin; black as deep wells. Beady eyed and wise, but prone to a preen when he remains unseen.
Zuki - proof. The sky is a burst sack of luminous krill which he hungers to gobble up and soak his beak.
A shout from his gullet,
is more than you bargain for.
Its peals are as a drowned bell, turned green by rust.
A kick from his claw can rend hills. His poise says:
I can turn you inside out and not drop a bead of sweat.
Mort - Ibis, Ibis Lagoon. Zuki proof, dipped in simoom.