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THE BLACK COCKATOO
So stark and wild
Is the black cockatoo
As it glides through the air
With a manner of ease
It calls to the sky
And screams at the trees
A ripe rich red seeps under its wings
As black and bold as midnight brings
Is this galant knight
In the midst of flight
At the water holes on a hot afternoon
It sleeps at night, rests at noon
Towards the end of day
His miraculous flight
Drives him across vast regions
Away from the sight
Of a stranger, a trigger and a secret
Delight... |