Of a flock, returning

The cockatoos came home today
all showy insistence
rowdy language hanging from every limb

ravenous camping teens

stripped the pear tree
to a shrivel of skins
a dishevel of band aids

the cupey-eyed passion fruit happily just flower

in Bilson Street shoppers watched
the low tumultuous sky
turn this way and that

across the garrulous horizon

a nonchalant blink of avian sight
while feathers foam the crest
in speech of chalky outlines

transparent, these forensics of occupation

Published in Quadrant January-February 2021 Volume LXV, Number 1-2, No 573

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