do I notice the cockatoos in the scrub brush,
using their feet to tear loose small bits of plant
and raise them to their beaks for inspection.
The one in the middle of the group raises
his head when I freeze on my path and I turn
to watch them gather and chirp and browse.
The feathers raise on his crown into a crest
but he makes no sounds and avoids eye contact
as he waits to see what I am doing and I wait
to see what they will do.
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