Wild cries echoing across skies
Weeyah Weeyah Weeyah …
Silhouettes against the blue
Powerful wings in steady beat
Down up down up down up …
Fanning the air in summer heat.
Slow, majestic, swift, purposeful,
In pairs, sixes, flocks thirty strong
Wheeling, circling, surging along.
Resting in a gum tree, chatting convivially,
Feasting in a pine tree, working silently,
Great bills shredding cones,
Shredding cones, shredding cones,
Leaving litter like a letter:
‘Black cockies have been here.’
Haunting calls fade away
Weeyah Weeyah Weeyah …