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Yellow Robin
I watched him for a half an hour today
To gum tree trunk he clung side way
And constantly looking towards the ground
For slugs and beetles crawling around.
A tiny movement catch his eye
And then down to forest floor he fly
And take dark beetle in his bill
and beat to death and eat his kill.
He eat grasshopper, moth and fly and bee
And take spider from leaf of tree
And bullant with the nasty bite
Is also in the robin's diet.
With breasts of yellow and wings of gray
I see them often almost every day
And their low and soft distinctive ticking song
Once heard one never could get wrong.
I watched him for a half an hour today
To gum tree trunk he clung sideway
And constantly looking towards the ground
For slugs and beetles crawling around
Francis Duggan
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Yellow Tail Black Cockatoos
You hear them once and the next time you will not get them wrong
The yellow tail black cockatoos familiar in their song
Weerloo weerloo you hear them sing as slowly they do fly
Big dark brown parrots larger than large crows across the evening sky,
With their powerful beaks they shred the tough pine cones and the hard hakea nuts for seed
One might say there are easier ways for to come by a feed
In a hole in an old tree they hatch their eggs two chicks just one survive
The weak one always has to die for the strong one to thrive,
The yellow tail black cockatoos are not seen everywhere
They have their range and through their range they are known to be rare
Their difference in size and appearance from other cockatoos not even hard to see
Whilst seen in some zoos they don't do well kept in captivity,
On a sunny evening in early March in the warm southern Fall
The yellow tail black cockatoos weerloo they sing and call.
Francis Duggan
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Yesteryear's Forgotten Hero
Four years ago celebrated in poetry and song
The one who was seen as one who could not do wrong
But nowadays his praises the masses don't sing
Amazing the changes that a few years can bring.
His popularity has shrunken to an all time low
And yesteryear's hero few now wish to know
One might say he is now a bit on the nose
No longer a hero that's life one suppose.
He treats human life as his type do as cheap
And the trust of his people he has failed to keep
To change the course of human history was once in his plan
They made a hero of an ordinary man.
Still whilst the good life him and his can enjoy
The poor woman in the war zone weeps for her dead boy
And out of office he and his kindred will not go short of a thing
The one who was once looked upon as a king.
Francis Duggan
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You Are Never Too Old To Learn
You are never too old for to learn so they say
And from life we do learn something new every day
You may be in your nineties showing your years in gray
And you have not stopped learning if your memory's okay
But I must be the silliest man on the street
For I still make mistakes and my mistakes I repeat
Older but not wiser and 'twould be fair to say
That I do not learn from life every day
And that wisdom belongs to the aged only lies
I do know some old people and they are not wise
Yet the more we learn from life the more our realization does grow
That so very little about life we do know
And those who say they know it all to themselves only lie
As we learn from life till the moment we die.
Francis Duggan
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