Cockatoos

The cockatoo sits silently

Waiting 

Watching

They gather in flocks 

Waiting 

Watching

They fly

Filling the air with their cry

Waiting 

Watching

“You hear them before you see them,” you'd say

Waiting 

Watching

You see them everywhere

Waiting 

Watching

Above the clouds

Flying 

Soaring

As if they weigh nothing