Efi Hatzimanolis #47 The Cockatoo

This morning’s walk 
past the mown sports field,
schoolboys wander loose
sticking to their colour
teams of red, blue, purple, green and white,
but no yellow or orange.
Above me, a cockatoo, 
kicked off its pasture by the school,
diving at the traffic,
its road rage sincere and scary.
I stop to talk - it talks back;
I hear emerald fields, 
flashes of gold, orange and yellow,
I hear a motivated bird with a genuine gripe,
not a listless kid dressed up 
to look like a parrot.