The Gang-gang cockatoo
By Luca H
Published 26 September 2023
The lonesome sound of a creaking gate
The call of the Gang-gang
Will soon be no more
Hollow log homes taken
Frenzied foraging on the forest floor
Rustling grey feathers whispering in the wind
How can we say goodbye?
Crimson crest, burning bright
Beaded eyes piercing the stolen land.
Where have you taken my home?