Bird haiku

Birds are a favourite muse of mine. I find that when you have Australian birds around, it’s very hard to be pretentious and precious. They’re a great leveller – particularly cockatoos.

Kookaburra peals

open the morning like a

broadsheet newspaper


A serious bird

arrogant, papercut red

shits on the windscreen


A whistle. She turns.

Workmen? A Romeo? Blush.

Alas, a whip bird.