Birds.
His head is brilliant blue
his composition bright and fair
and the fairy wren with jaunty flit
hops and bounces through the air.
This head is scarlet red,
the flight all speed and swerve.
as rosella glides on brilliant wings
in dipping, parabolic curve.
In his suit of black and white
and rising heavily from the ground
the magpie flies with a swish,
a muscular, purposeful sound.
Crow’s song is a monotonous caw,
his feathers are dull and black,
but he still rises into the air
in slow, direct and functional flap.
The butcher bird pours liquid song
into the morning light
whilst eagles on high thermals soar
and falcons dive with speed of flight.
Crow, wren or hawk, I love them all
and I raise my head to stare
in silent praise and wonderment
as they slip and glide in silken air.
Published in The Weekly Avocet
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