Cockatoo

On the rise leading up to the dam   

                its dense clumps of reed

stirring gently in mud  


in amongst the stand of black wattles and soft

                       grey-green haze of spindly

melaleuca           a mob


of cockatoos     maraud      from tree to

           tree            ripping at bark         burrowing

for insects    laughing and


chattering       shrieking bandsaws

            in the early spring sunlight       that

catches at sap       shimmers


leaves          their bodies     are large

            black sails         flapping and swinging     between

branches    they rise   together


calling into crispness            the pungent blue

                     vivid yellow flashing in

lift of stately wing      stirring up small


grey fantails       as they go  

          twirling and diving        

                         in puffs of ruffled air

Thanks to Phillip Hall and Jillian Hall for publishing this poem in Burrow (September 2021)

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