November 16, 2019

An original poem by drplasticpicker

my name is Whimbrel

my beak is long and slightly curved downward with a black streak

follow me, follow me drplasticpicker

the other humans, they walk by and do not know me

but i am the Whimbrel, and i am endangered

i am walking along the kelp

look down, peck, look down, peck, peck, peck

is there food drplasticpicker? yes the Pachamama has given me food

but there is also plastic drplasticpicker. PLASTIC!!!

I AM ANGRY DRPLASTICPICKER!

THE PLASTIC FILLS MY GUT AND STARVES ME like Kwashiorkor in you humans

you see how I swallowed that big white blob whole down into my gullet, that is how plastic gets into my internal organs.

pick fast drplasticpicker drplasticpicker

you follow in my footsteps trying to take a picture of me, but I waddle away

i waddle away because there is a pitbull walking by with it’s owner, i hope it does not poop in the ocean and kill the otters with toxoplasmosis. oh human I know you think only cats have toxoplasmosis but i think dogs have it too

here is my excrement drplasticpicker for you to remember me

Want to read more of my shorebird inspired poetry, check here https://drplasticpicker.com/we-are-tired-we-marbled-godwits-the-dogs-gave-chase/ and https://drplasticpicker.com/platyrhinoidis-triseriata-thornback-guitarfish-dead/