Battle of Britain
Suddenly out of nowhere a flock
of rose-ringed parakeets appears
above the trees : these beautiful
hardy tropical birds have adapted
to our cooler climate
and love nothing more than to scavenge
for buds and berries in our back gardens
For a moment they settle on the top
of a tall conifer and the air is alive
with their endless raucous chatter
then one launches into the air
into a long sinuous graceful glide
and one by one the others follow
then they scatter in pairs
one chasing the other
playing spitfires
playing tag
before reassembling once more
in the upper branches
of the same conifer
and for a moment they are still
perhaps catching their breath
These birds are true survivors :
out of the blue news arrives
of a fresh food source
and the squadron scrambles
into the air
and they are gone
John Lyons
I like this poem. I find it hard to like the presence of the parakeets in Britain though – but I dare say I’ll get used to them in time.
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