Black
cockatoo
in wintry summer
aways away
in the highlands
in the park
near the station
I hear you
up in the pine
in the dark
maze above
in the birch then
top branch
I trip towards you
falling over
pointing there
there there
mouthing it
there
you lift
over the old hall
to the back street
I hear you
I’ve seen
white beak
yellow cheek
black feather
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