By | 1 November 2019

Wattlebird as poet,
declaims from leafy balcony,
to perceived audience,
which is just me,
far as I can see but
bard has my attention.
Wattlebird has conviction,
says what only it can say
to a dozy world in need
of an unwelcome alarm.
Wattlebird keeps lookout,
may look nervous but won’t
be eaten by murderous cat.
No garish parrot, wattlebird
wants to be heard not seen,
blends with bark and branch.
Wattlebird has a map leading
to sweet honey but its song
is acid to the ear,
so jarring to hear.

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