Beady Eyes

Intimidating beady eyes looking for a sheltered space to rest,

As cautious as a person with their new drivers licence.

As the Glossy Black Cockatoo glides across the open land,

There are people shouting and waving their hands,

Metal machines,

Who knows what they’re for?

As she lands on a tall tree it starts to fall…

I watch this from my large window near the woodland,

My face contorted in shock,

The large rugged land,

Was now getting demolished,

The grand stumps plummeting with a piercing crack.

I bolt outside shouting ‘Stop! Stop!’,

It’s no use,

The damage is done,

I realise then,

All the birds were now gone.