Where did the Glossy Black Cockatoos go?
By Emelia H
Published 5 September 2023
A story of the glossies, pure darkness burning with spots of bright yellow.
They soared among the trees, eating casuarina seeds.
Flying with their fellow white-feathered kin,
But one by one, disappearing in shadow.
Where did the glossies really go?
A small girl running, running through the forest, running past the trees.
Grinning with her father, grinning with the nature.
Looking for the birds, looking for the darkness.
Spotting them and smiling, spotting them and pointing.
Excited and giddy, they came every year.
The little girl loved nature, loved the birds. Like her dad.
This little girl is older now, walking over the dirt, walking past the ash.
Mourning with her father, mourning with nature.
Looking for the birds, looking for the darkness.
Seeing nothing.
Where did the glossies go? She knew. They never came that year.
They would never come again.