See here, this is the one.
Marabou Stork, the scavenger par excellence.
This undertaker bird won't battle the beast head on.
It hungers for the rotten of the dead long gone.
Scrupulous through and through.
Hacks inside the carcass, gobbles up the waste.
This one might hover and hustle for a closer view.
Closer than the preference for pretty will take you.
Well worth the curiosity, I say.
This long look into the face of creature-ugly.
Behold the indelible beauty of Nature's play.
Her every form's function viable in their way.
Pale, beady, sideways eyes.
Bleached, sharpened, Pinocchio reach.
Receded hairline on diminutive skull size.
All the better to avoid blood thirsty flies.
Such a bird is richly garlanded.
With an inflatable "moneybags" pouch.
Blown up so you know when its worth is declared.
For in the hot bed of Nature, all Her assets are shared.
I will never forget this bird. They are an unmissable feature of the African plains, where you cannot help but see how everything has its place.