CORELLA SKY
Summer's morning sky
Is all corella cry
Where the wrench-faced blanche of cockatoos
Screech not just by ones and twos
But in concert of sun-struck thousands where all the audience play
Each manic bird the Prima Donna of the day
So their screamed songs lash the air with siren calls
To whip fellow creature ears in stiff-feathered caterwauls
As if to prove their number in the wild sanctimony
Found in each other's raucous cacophony.
10 December 2016
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