Galahs.(Story)(Poem)

 
Galahs 
 
   As the light streaks with red and grey 
   I sit on the soft chair on the deck 
   and let wine heighten and dull my senses 
   then the galahs come screaming in 
   to settle in next door's gums they flash 
   fragments of sunset falling into tree tops 
   fledglings wheezing at parents, females begging 
   from males, cock birds raising crests 
   defending their roosts then starting up 
   as if at a signal, squawking off to carry on 
   the cacophony to other trees in the park 
 
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