Dusk and dawn the cynical
kookaburra steaks its turf.
All day, those angsty miners
keep up a rhythmic sqwauk.
The pigeons try
to self-soothe
and grunting turkey,
wattle heavy,
is rarely satisfied.
Afternoon, an occasional
crow cry falls with pathos.
A single sulfurous cockatoo
rides overhead, screaming.
Night-time, monotone tawny
honks me to sleep
till the melancholy koel
seeks rising love
from 2am.
Photo ‘The Birds’ by Catherin J Pascal Dunk © 2025
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This is a wonderful poem 🐦⬛ about my favourite subject 👏
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Yay for birds! Do you use inaturalist? I’ve gotten a bit obsessed with it
And, thank you!!
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No 🤔 I shall look it up! 😊 Thanks for the tip. I want to write more about birds… and nature.
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the world is full of tiny wonders
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Lesley one of my mentors says every poem needs a bird reference…think it’s a bit tongue in cheek but the idea has merit! those little details help
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Absolutely! And I’m inclined to agree 😁 🐧
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I love bird sounds too, what a wonderfully crafted poem!
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Thank you so much for saying so!!
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