The Gray Currawong Poem by Francis Duggan

Quite distinctive from their cousins pied currawong in their far shriller call
And without black or white feathers and gray overall
And far less gregarious as well as more rare
Yet their range overlap and territory they share,
Once heard their high pitched calls one could never mistake
With their strong beaks small birds bones they do crush and break
Scavengers and predators they do enjoy meat
And far smaller things than them they do kill to eat,
Once seen and once heard them you cannot get wrong
These rare birds of the woodland the gray currawong
To their taste buds a nestling of another is a delicacy
And quite fearless in the defence of their territory
And on a stick nest lined with grasses high on a tree
The female lays brown spotted buff eggs two or at most three.