Cockatoo

I saw a Sulphur-Crested

Cockatoo

On the trail today.

Just hanging out, like

some gutter punk

with a bright yellow Mohawk.

When I got close, it

flapped and launched,

a confusion of wings and feathers,

up, over the trail, and

dived

Down into the gully:

a flattened out ‘m’ shape

from behind.

Powerful wings cupping the air,

gliding off

into freedom.

Reviews

[Firebird]

Yeah..beautiful bird and beautiful capturing of your meeting. I love the 'gutter punk with a bright yellow Mohawk' and I love the 'confusion of wings and feathers'

[Zugzwang]

It was just a little moment, but I still remember it. Not sure why, but it was so cool I had to write about it. Thanks for the review!!

[Firebird]

Keep doing your thing! :-)

[WerTherBeDragons]

Really enjoyed the pace of this poem & the cockatoo, described so eloquently, is brought fully to life.
Lucky bird to soar the heights & lucky you to see it.

[Zugzwang]

Yeah, it was just a moment that lodged in my memory that day. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. And thanks for the review!