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.


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


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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