The Currawong
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:50 am
The Currawong
The currawong survives alone
When all the other birds have flown
To valleys long and valley deep
To join the cattle and the sheep,
The wallaby and kangaroo,
And other creatures that eschew
The bare and barren mountain peaks
Where snow lies deep and blizzard shrieks.
The currawong’s desire for food
At such a dizzy altitude
Is endless. That is why you’ll see
It perched upon the balcony
If you are staying in a lodge.
It is a pretty handy dodge
To hover there to pick up scraps.
Then suddenly, away it flaps.
The currawong is mostly black,
But moving down along its back
You’ll find the monochrome will fail,
For on its wing, and on its tail
Are tiny little stripes of white
(Most evident when seen in flight)
And, be he still, or flying by,
You cannot miss his yellow eye.
© Stephen Whiteside 26.08.2018
The currawong survives alone
When all the other birds have flown
To valleys long and valley deep
To join the cattle and the sheep,
The wallaby and kangaroo,
And other creatures that eschew
The bare and barren mountain peaks
Where snow lies deep and blizzard shrieks.
The currawong’s desire for food
At such a dizzy altitude
Is endless. That is why you’ll see
It perched upon the balcony
If you are staying in a lodge.
It is a pretty handy dodge
To hover there to pick up scraps.
Then suddenly, away it flaps.
The currawong is mostly black,
But moving down along its back
You’ll find the monochrome will fail,
For on its wing, and on its tail
Are tiny little stripes of white
(Most evident when seen in flight)
And, be he still, or flying by,
You cannot miss his yellow eye.
© Stephen Whiteside 26.08.2018