a tiny fire-tail finch
ducks and weaves
furtively
amongst the grevilleas.
a flash of red
a whir of wings
a cheerful chirp.
a huge cockatoo
lands on the power-line,
peers down at me
and slowly raises his magnificent crest.
a flash of yellow
a white tailored suit
a blood-curdling screech!
an old Rhode Island red
scratches dustily,
feathered bum drooping,
eyelids wrinkled.
a flash of childhood
a warm brown egg
a comfortable clucking.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-has-broken-2/
