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