Black cockatoos

As I walked in Kings Park

This morning to write

A great flock of black

Cockatoos escorted me

Cross the threshold and

Waited for me to finish.

Their shrill calls ringing out

Their low swooping diving

Flight, the crunch of nuts in beaks.

The black cockatoors escorted me

A spider scurried across before me

A great grass seed emerged from the

Sunlight and flew past my face

Not six inches from my nose.

The world is talking to me

Once again, and telling me to

Stand strong, stand for you,

You matter. There are riches

In you beyond compare.

It was good

To see the

Black cockatoors.