Central Station Rainforest Poem

Cackaw the cockatoo squawks. Its wings flapping in the wind. The beautiful feathers glistening with a tint of red complimenting the black.

It perches on a branch and watches over the forest. Taking in the sounds and listening to the whispers of the breeze. The black cockatoo cleans its wings in ready for flight. Cackaw the cockatoo squawks once again, and takes off dancing in the wind.