from: Zoo Birds

1 February 2014

Mute swans

form pictograms from
unknown languages; write with
mango beaks on lakes;
move at will from one kind of
perfection to another.

Meditation

Icons of the art
of now, of being nowhere
but here, they practise
pure stillness, freedom from thought.
Then hunt a little. Herons.

Macaws

A rainforest – this?
They congregate on dry boughs
under the vast dome:
bitter gossip, a cracking
silence like that of felled trees.

Rufous owl

In the night creatures enclosure

Her gold-circled eyes
become black moons when the lights,
on a time-switch, dim.
Still clear: grey beak, the striped down’s
unnecessary beauty.

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