They, the flock of cockatoo
Living together, form a society
And crackling all time
Discussing things might
I cognize anything of that
What I do understand for sure
They, the highness, are proud
Of living in the trees, a tribe life
Or flying in the sky, cloud alike
They care me not for sure
Especially as to my thoughts
They,snobby,come to me
Not for what I said
But for whatever they can get
Here's a tribute from me to you,
Recalling the old pet cockatoo,
His very vivid vocabulary,
Cathartic swearing, so funny,
He rose at dawn, would greet the day,
Sat on perch, screeched away,
Acquired language eagerly,
Nothing polite from that old he,'
Shared his emotions with us all,
Ended each day with his call,
Sleep tight now, so suitable.
Good night, bird beautiful.
If you want to be happy
get a pet
a puppy a guppy
or better yet
a cockatoo a kangaroo
but if you do
just keep in mind
someone must pick up
what they leave behind
such happiness is not free
it comes with a touch
of responsibility
so here's the news
be wary of which one
you decide to choose
Far below,
a solitary,
white cockatoo
is flying along the valley floor.
It seems lost, separated
from its flock.
It turns
this way and that
as if following some
scrambled map printed
on its brain. It is so small
and insignificant
set against the immensity
of these mountains.
I can just make out
the ragged notes of its cry
carried through
the deep hush walled
along its way. I hear
alarm and fear woven
into its constant call.
Now, it is getting further away.
I try to hold the sound's
thin tapering thread
by cupping my ear,
but now there is only
the whisperings
of nearby trees.
Its stark, white,
flapping form
is growing smaller
and fainter as it tacks
into the darkening reaches
of the afternoon.
A tiny, blurred speck
hesitates, flickers briefly,
then is gone.
I stand for a while
as shadows thicken
and fill with cold,
my eyes transfixed
on the point of its going,
letting it go
to fly with almost all
of my life.
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summit crested brilliant soul ~
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March 15,2022 6:26pm
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5/7/5
Bird Haiku
Contest Judged: 3/27/2022 4:10:00 PM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Place 5
hey
my name is
Frederick Jumbo MacWillie
and
i'm just sitting
up here
rollin' on the river
near the banks of
the
Great Mississippi River
and
witnessing a glorious
banana yellow cockatoo sunrise
Diadem
flat on its head.
Regal
in appearance.
Beautiful parrot
clad in white.
It's a...
"Velcro bird;"
bonds well
with humans.
A native
of Indonesia.
When surprised, raises its...
crest.
Dazzling bird in flight!
(Yalto)
"Yalto is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 07/09/2020
Am sure it was a competition
To see who could wake the humans
The cockatoos started the show
With their flamboyant flight
And ruckus callings
joined by the mad galahs
Their screeching an radical swerving
The crow just looked on
Its bland call to high and mighty
For this sight
The kookaburras started to laugh
In a family group
An in joke am sure
Nothing like the king of the bush
Laughing at Queen Mary falls
The king parrots flew through the scene
In silent flight
As the bower birds jumped round
Making car alarm sounds
In came the rosellas
With a little peep
Then on to their tree
To wait patiently for a feed
This all took ten minutes
I look on in discuss
And then back at my bed
Where I should still be
Resting my head
Shelley the cockatoo went to the zoo
She made a lot of new friends
When Shelley got home
she roared like a lion
She snored like a bear
She fell asleep in her favorite chair
She smiled as she slept
Many memories to be kept
The lion the bears the monkeys
and giraffes
Will wait until next time for many more laughs
This is a true, but amusing tale,
Hope your laughter does not fail,
'Tis a saga of a cockatoo,
Of life, he held a jaundiced view,
At the going down of the sun,
Cocky embellished his own fun,
And at the rising of each dawn,
Cocky's catharsis our ears did adorn,
The parrot kept talking, none listened to he,
Cocky had such a vivid vocabulary,
All starting with "F...ing C...'s"!
We heard his morning matins, you see,
His vespers were hard to believe,
'Twas sociolinguistic acquisition, prithee,
His jaded look at society,
Swearing is cathartic, but so lazy,
Yes, old cocky had such a vocabulary!
My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.
Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You braved the howling wind
And found your way across
The Pacific ocean.
Your bold and beady eyes
Tell me of your courage
Your role as a leader
Commanding entire flocks
To pass the resistance.
Your curved and beaky beak
Tells me of your troubles
In co-operation
With your friend cockatoos
But you got on with your life.
You conquered what seemed
Impossible
And found your way here.
You've been with me for
The last fifty years.
My dear old cockatoo,
You know I love you.
Leanne Walsh
07/08/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
crafty moon
brings this
slight chill
in the air
when the
banana yellow
crested
cockatoo flies home
from here to there but
your heart
won't let go of
the air
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