keeping time with the waves

once upon a time in march an ibis explained her ibis dance to me:

i tilt my head and lean down,
i fluff my feathers just so,
i lift my wings a tad,
i concentrate like crazy,
i focus using my perfect eyesight,
i take serious strides with my

skinny

pink

stick

legs.

five long steps forward
a quick three hops back
six sure-footed sashays sideways
keeping time with the waves.

boy oh boy oh boy, look what i see.
dipping my curved bill
strategically into the sea
i taste (gulp) one fine fish, then (gulp) another.
oh, what a day!
oh, such a day!

and on such a day
do you think,
would you possibly consider,
um, maybe,
if you might like to,
perhaps,
fish and splash
here
    in
       the
         fab
            sea
                with
                     me?