Imagine perching in that huge gum tree;
I would fly and see for miles,
just like that currawong that slides
between the misty air and dewy grass.
I wonder if that currawong,
inside his bony-birdie-head,
would ever wish that he could be
a walkie-talkie-kid like me?
Categories:
currawong, 2nd grade, bird, child,
Form: Rhyme
On moss covered log I sit to rest; a yellow robin shows no fear,
there's continual rippling water, a ground thrush feeding near.
Maidenhair droops down the weathered bank; a currawong mournfully cries …
for this one afternoon I feel - I'm lost in paradise.
Categories:
currawong, environment, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The first is like an imaginary vision;
a tiny apparition, in three quick flashes.
The landing, one sip, then disappearing,
sweet fairy wren.
Then, there is the brazen, full, plop of the Currawong;
raucous, self proclaiming
with flapping ablutions
and on exit, stealing one
of the floating silk lilies.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
currawong, allegory, bird, garden,
Form: Free verse