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Robert Harrison
Guest
The birdbath is far too small for the crows who, by uninvited
Summons, have overrun the quiet sanctuary of our local flocks
Of Noisy Minors, Peaceful Doves, Magpie and Butcherbirds.
While in their own claimed territory Kookaburras and Frogmouth
Owl, Willy Wagtail, and Honeyeaters live in peaceful harmony.
The crows happened because of the need for man to live where the gray
Eyed birds have resided since before the white man came.
Their friend, the Aborigine, respected their blacker brother who was part of
Their lore for generations back. Away back, in the Dream Time
When all had meaning, and order, when no tribe-overstepped periphery.
The birds where I live only take what they need, while man takes
What he wants, (An old understanding) and forces that which once
Had order, into disorder and antipathy. In nature, this seems
To set itself apart from the ways of man, order is soon established
Moreover, harmony reigns among our feathered friends. Precincts are
Shared, though pecking order is still governed by the sharpness of beak,
Which Crow and Lorikeet share.
This does not solve the dilemma that the birdbath is too small to
Accommodate our new friends the Crow, their daily bath is but a lick and
A promise. Therefore, in acquiescent servitude I fill the bath again and again
And again until dusk, when most will roost in reasonable cleanliness.
Ann has an old large mixing bowl, and just maybe…
Summons, have overrun the quiet sanctuary of our local flocks
Of Noisy Minors, Peaceful Doves, Magpie and Butcherbirds.
While in their own claimed territory Kookaburras and Frogmouth
Owl, Willy Wagtail, and Honeyeaters live in peaceful harmony.
The crows happened because of the need for man to live where the gray
Eyed birds have resided since before the white man came.
Their friend, the Aborigine, respected their blacker brother who was part of
Their lore for generations back. Away back, in the Dream Time
When all had meaning, and order, when no tribe-overstepped periphery.
The birds where I live only take what they need, while man takes
What he wants, (An old understanding) and forces that which once
Had order, into disorder and antipathy. In nature, this seems
To set itself apart from the ways of man, order is soon established
Moreover, harmony reigns among our feathered friends. Precincts are
Shared, though pecking order is still governed by the sharpness of beak,
Which Crow and Lorikeet share.
This does not solve the dilemma that the birdbath is too small to
Accommodate our new friends the Crow, their daily bath is but a lick and
A promise. Therefore, in acquiescent servitude I fill the bath again and again
And again until dusk, when most will roost in reasonable cleanliness.
Ann has an old large mixing bowl, and just maybe…