Cacophony on Blue

Hundreds of white wings and open beaks, a sky of shrieks, like a gaggle of middle-age women spilling out of a restaurant with a bottle of wine in their bellies: a cockatoo panorama - a sky of glittering white, circling, and all landing on one small apartment building - concrete turned white-washed, not just by feathers, but no doubt, a flock of birdshit like pale, festive baubles hanging off a grey, bald Christmas pine.