A Scavenging Song

Sea air shimmers in the evening haze; The gentle rays from a setting sun Reflect the remnants of the passing storm, Cascading skywards in prismic hues to Dry the feathers of the Eastern Meadowlarks That drowsily skim the ocean’s skin. Beneath translucent, foaming waves Shapes begin to dance, unseen; Their shrill stripes intertwined With shadows … Read more

Swallowed by the Sea

Sailing swiftly along the salted seashore, Your whiteish throat flanks brown streaks That accentuate comedic orange brows. Amongst saline marshes and sunken reeds You build your nests in tall grasses, Limited by any stable support to protect Our token gesture of ‘high concern’; Your whispery, wheezy song a knowing nod To the limitations of your … Read more

The Curious Case of the Cassowary Casque

An incendiary flash of colour – Your violent hues scatter the scrub; We watch as you forage for food, Using your casque like a fork.   Reptilian eyes stare unblinkingly, Your tridactyl feet conceal a blade; We watch as you secure your stance, Using your casque like a sword.   Vegetation brushed callously aside, Your … Read more

Learning to Listen

As weathers change the birds migrate, Flocking en masse like living freight; They have decanted overseas, The notes of birdsong on the breeze.   In mapping out when this takes place, We listen for a vocal trace; And sift through sounds with expertise, The notes of birdsong on the breeze.   But straining every avian … Read more

A Fractured Song

Beneath the rock lies liquid gold, With pressures set and bills to fold; But prospectors should be aware, Removal must be done with care.   As well as housing lush greenbacks, These biomes mask a hidden tax; For all the songbirds living there, Removal must be done with care.   For as we dig with … Read more

A History of Soot Preserved in Feathers

When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in the feathered down you wear. The smut and ash th­­­at billowed from our hearth, Concealed the dirty secrets of our past; So, when you flew no more and fell to … Read more

The Selflessness of Magpies

A selfish streak of silver in their heart, These scavengers are thieves without a band; In altruistic goals they play no part, An archipelago with just one land. But species that are blessed with sapphire wings, Have turned these ‘known’ conventions on their head; They do not care so much for shiny things, As knowing … Read more

Forbidden Dreams

You cast off with a heavy heart, A flash of bloodshot as you leap; And even though this is the start, The ocean waves call you to sleep.   Between two hemispheres of blue, You search for scraps of food to eat; A desolate and naval view, The ocean waves call you to sleep.   … Read more

The Sparrowhawk

At the end of my garden I see you perched quietly, Your orange belly glowing Like a slowly setting sun.   A dead leaf tumbles across My unkempt lawn like a ghost; But you do not even blink, And I cannot meet your gaze.   You lift your wing to hail me And I return … Read more

These Flying Beasts Are Hooked on Junk

The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked on junk.   Whilst landfill sites our eyes detest, To these bleached birds they are a nest; A place that they can rear their young, Amongst the piles of human … Read more

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