It's another animal poem for day twenty seven of NaPoWriMo, and this time we meet a bird which is famous for being semi-aquatic and is found all over the world, including the banks of the River Ganges.
Cormorant Gang
We take to the water in gangs
up and down the Ganges,
swimming in great processions
as we search for shoals.
The fishermen call us water crows,
apt indeed, for with our hooked beaks
and oily black feathers, we are
their underwater cousins.
We find some unfortunate fish,
and flanked by a clan of otters
we surround them and dart
through the mirk of the river.
The fishermen take their share.
We squabble with the otters for ours,
but our gang leaves with silvery prizes
squirming in our beaks.
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