In Search of a Spoonbill

We don't need to talk I know
Settled in the silence of the dusk
We sat peeping from the banks
Looking for a spoonbill
In search of a spoonbill

And I still feel the madness of the day
As we walked home blistered from the sun
Makes no difference that we didn't find the bird
For I still felt the joy of it all



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Brett
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