Sunday, January 30, 2011

A River of Stones 30. Unwritten Records

Sulphur-crested cockatoos
like a book full of torn
blank white pages,rise
on a thermal above a grove
of farm trees.
I make a mental note.
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  1. SueJanuary 31, 2011 at 9:22 AM

    Love your use of the word 'torn', without it I wouldn't hear them, with it, the screeching is there!

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