Sulphur Crested Cockatoo Poem by Chris Higginson

The Sulphur Crested Cockatoo
Is an Aussie through and through
I’ve met him caged and chained in Spain
Upon a perch out in the rain
Or trapped inside an aviary
And in Bangkok as savoury
But here in Sydney where he flies
Through the trees, across the skies
Is to see what freedom means
If you could see these magic scenes
Where he flies and twists and spins
Sails inverted, envision grins
If you could glide at ease with him
To soar the heights and cliff tops skim
However there’s a snag with fliers
Who have a face containing pliers
That they use to check the trim
Of houses, cars and each tree limb
Their boundless curiosity
Is fun to watch when it’s not me
Who is the victim of their japes
Which get them into many scrapes