Animal Poetry

'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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