The Black cockatoo

Feathery and black
Wings stretched out wide
The black cockatoo lifts its head in pride
I glide over mountains and rivers that stretch out broad
For I am the leader 
The cockatoo lord
At last should our migration come to an end
We all swerve sharply and land near a bend
Carefully does it as I preen my young
The only tools to preen included my tongue
Then they start chirping, ‘we need food’
So, I grab a bug and give them what I chewed
That night as I lay on the nest
The night was so perfect that I lifted up my crest
I let out a cockatoo’s satisfied cry
Then lowering my head
I closed my eye
I suddenly got woken by a huge rumble
It was so violent I was about to tumble
I let out a cry of help and dismay
The tree was falling into a river of clay
The flock arose and lifted up their babies
I spotted some freaked out ladies
I directed every single bird to come and join the rest of the heard.
I watched sadly as my home fell away
Stay on your parents I cried to the young who were still grey
We flew until our feathers drooped
We did our last and final loop
I had found a forest for all
It was our new habitat as we began to crawl
A few days later after the shock
I squawked thank you to all the flock
We have all now lived here for a year
It it perfect and the weather all clear
There was always food lurking near.