Weebill

Caught a weebill in my car grille,
bird twice the weight of a hefty beetle.
Only heard it when I left the bush.
If it couldn’t home it would likely perish.
Extracted, it whirred off, copse and hollow.
I couldn’t drive after it, couldn’t follow
its speed among parrots and bigger birds.
I braked, and said a line of words.
All wasted. Its cohort would supply
its brood with forage, if it should die.
If not, it would announce its own homecoming
Relearning how to slow and sing.

Author: Les Murray

Source: Weebill

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Bird twice the weight of a hefty beetle

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