The Black Cockatoo

The desert skies are her playground

Looking down on plains of brown

Her stunning black and red in contrast

Her peculiar voice echoes into the distance

Alerting everyone to her presence

She perches on a tree with her friends “let’s go!”

She says with a cheeky smile

And they follow her on her adventure

Gifting her precious feathers only to the unexpecting

She flies gracefully with the wind

The setting sun tells her to rest

Disappearing into the dark hollows of gum trees

Awaiting tomorrow's adventures