Air abuzz with chattering song.
Invisible, hidden in a sea of palm fronds
and under bushes.
One shoots off: wings flapping across my eyeline.
Small, dingy brown.
Now a handful flit and swoop.
All gaping beaks feeding on the wing.
another simply ignores me.
A downy belly feather falls away.
Scooped up and gone.
tail feathers flash by.
They soar: breathless, spiralling upwards –
lost in spongy clouds.