Black Cockatoos
While we sleep
on a still, silent morn
black wings steal like shadows
into the mist.
Their cry is like no other –
haunting,
yearning,
searching
for a morning banquet.
They cry out once more
louder, knowing –
this time announcing they’ve found what they were seeking
and they gather like gossipy women
feasting on delicate food and camaraderie.
The bows hang heavy under their weight
as they drape themselves like heavy cloaks
over the hakeas and pine.
Their presence is like that of
black angels
and there is not a sign of
other morning birds.
Then something disturbs them.
They lift
from the trees
and almost touching the roof tops
swing northward and disappear into
the ethereal mist.
Corinne Fenton
This is not the best photo of a black cockatoo in our hakea, but I’m sure you’ll find some wonderful photos of these beautiful birds if you Google them.
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