it is an outrage - no way this is a natural
and discretionary behaviour - cockatoos
don’t need to act like manic anarchists -
they’re infamous in their thinly tolerated
peculiarities anyway, recognised by the
avians sharing their home on the range
as oddballs with an oafish want to flock
frequently in social disgrace, thus with
jeering when, this particular day, twenty
or more flocked beside my hacienda to
serenade, irking as I’d almost forgotten
they can, so I thus blasphemed loudly,
cease, desist, depart, begone
new tree lines, squabbling unabated - a
few overflew continuing to swear at me.
Crows regained cawing ascendency and
a kind of fractious peace, as if you could
agree it was peace - as such - returned
© 11 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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