Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wedge Watching

White ibis is the human name

Given one bird, ibises if

More of us, and we have gained fame

Sensing hurricanes with our whiff.

And when a hurricane we sense,

We form a triangular wedge,

And take to the skies to dispense

Coming warning due to our edge.

Last of birds to take shelter, and

First of birds to come back out to

Take flight and give the news firsthand

That now the hurricane is through

So humans seeing us in wedged flight,

Hurricane coming? Might not or might!