'Oh Great Egret' by Pip Kemp
24.10.23
Oh Great Egret
You look so beautiful
Long-legged
With your whirly pearl-lime feathers
Around all seeing eyes
Pure white and eminently wise
I admire what you have achieved
Since being hunted near extinction
for your pretty plumes
To adorn ladies' millinery delusions
Over a century ago
You are more than a survivor
With your worldy wingspan
And majestic beak
Heralding one for all
But not all for one.
Why oh why
Do you permit your elder
Offspring to cast
your younglings from your nest
all in the name of
Survival of the fittest?
Are you fit to manage
Your own children?
Your children are of the same feather
And all deserve your equal protection
I know it is in your nature
And you've endured severe leaness
But it's callous
And high time for some airy evolution
From this meanness?
Time for
Caring for all your children
A timely and kindly
Ecological revolution
Nurture not nature
To end this proto-economical confusion
That dictates our world.
'Cavoodle' by Pip Kemp
20.02.24
Our rolly polly
Most popular
Bundle of rusty-run
Green grass
Doggy
In the sun
You are the one for us
With your springsong padded paws
And your wavy Wagger
And puffing love tongue
Tennis Ball enthusiast
Your purpose just
To love us
And sniff out
Fresh Inventions
And familiar furry friends
Your head tilts
questioning
Your floppy ears
Listening
To our beckoning
And when you cuddle
We feel your
Uncondituonal Lovely tum
Oh cavoodle-one
You are ours
But we are also yours
Sniff for us some
PlayfulPuppy-loving
Cavoodle-Poodle
Friendly fun.
'Cockatoo' by Pip Kemp
24.02.24
What's your real name Cockatoo?
Crown of pink
Bright white One
Major Mitchell’s dead and gone
Pink cockatoo.
Red crested dark grey body is
Another Indigenous
And endangered One
In alpine bushland
Callocephalon fimbriatum
You and cockatoo survive only if our trees breathe
Freely.
Goffin's Cockatoo carry hammers
Tanimbar corella
Ancestoral tradies from spiritual leaves.
Sadly while cockatoos mimick
Our chainsaws
Cutting down their habitat
Killing their feed
Our seed
Culling little boys and little girls
It's bad boy fiscal politics
Missing the milk of human kindness
Until now
The eleventh hour
We lay replete
Unaware and afeared.
Differing languages
Our Winged friends cry
As we sing bye bye birdie
And linger ignorantly by
On our devisive devices
Burning coal and timber
And batterying
Our wind, earth
Water and sky.
Why are we so dense when no
Longer our forests are dense?
Why don't we
Love our pretty brothers
And our handsome sisters
Nesting with us in
Our modest Mother Tree?
Come with us
Together we can save
Our trees,
Our salty seas,
Our flora and our fauna,
Pray please
For clean skies
And universal peace
And for our cockatoos
Mimicking us chuckling with joy
Puffing as we run in love and ease.
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