chortle chortle chortle
deep in your pied throat
hop hop hop
then
tilt
to see the sideways world
thrust and grab
with your ochre scythe
toss
catch
swallow
tock tock tock
cackling success
in the game
then
flap flap flap
glide
flap flap flap
glide
back to the barracks
to the basics
to earth
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The Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill is one of my favourite birds. Tockus leucomelas, it was named for the sound it makes, a loud and continuous “tock tock tock.” (I always imagined them to be saying “wok wok wok.”) I renamed the bird in the title this poem, because they I think they are hysterical. It is often affectionately called the “flying banana.” Our fate as a species is intricately tied to all other living things on our planet, including Tockus leucomelas.
Aug 09, 2019 @ 06:58:33
They are rather noisy! Lovely poem Lore!
Aug 09, 2019 @ 07:30:37
We don’t have hadedas here, Aletta, so it’s a good trade off! 😂
Aug 09, 2019 @ 07:41:14
Great, fortunately we don’t have them here roo
Aug 09, 2019 @ 12:09:53
Fantastic!!!
Aug 09, 2019 @ 13:03:32
You must know these little bush soldiers! For some reason they remind me of nutcrackers. I think it is the way they hop with their wings pointed down and their bills ajar. 🙂
Aug 09, 2019 @ 15:28:34
Of course I know them. A wonderful observance you made here.