Monday, 22 January 2018

Birds

This week we wrote about birds and in particular writing from the bird's perspective.


I, MOA

running
heavy foot and claw grasp the ground
thick sinews stretch and contract
             running
head thrust forward, eye bright
beak open to taste the air
                        running
why could I not have wings to lift
this heavy body to the sky?
Fire
from heaven it came
Earth bright, crackle, spark
            running

- Karen


SOME OWLS DO CRY

I am an owl
They call me a morepork
You can always eat morepork
But who, who, who said we
are wise?
Us owls with big eyes
The guru
Who asks who?
Only then do we find
the spirits who are kind
And shut out the evils
of the devils
The owl
Who asks who
Is wise like the guru


- Phillip Poerteous



MOLLYMAWK TALK

Ah, there they are again
Fishing rod, tasty bait, two good men
They fidget and talk, sometimes I squawk
Lines a-dangling, one smoking and one sitting
They come here every week
Whatever the weather
Their thoughts of a catch increasingly bleak
After an hour or so they pack up their stuff
Climb in their car
And drive away fast enough
And what of the bait?
Well, I eat it mate!

- James MacAndrew



ARRK! MINE!

Waste not want not
Aarrk! Mine!
Get away
I've got this morsel
Hmm, not too bad
Not as good as the chips
I found at St Clair beach yesterday
But better than a bloody worm

And so much choice!
Piles and piles of delicious detritous
Aarrk! Mine!
Clear off buzzards

Men at work
Good chaps
Very kind really
Aarrk!
Life at the dump
Is beautiful

- Paul Smith

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