Auckland Poetry

Flight of a Bird

A heron flew low across the motorway, alas too low,
it collided with an ice-cream van that was on its way
to a suburban school to sell its freezing and delicious
products, it broke a wing, but managed to get on to
the hard shoulder of the road. A driver, in an apple
green jaguar came speeding along, swerved and tried
to kill the bird, didn’t quite make it though, but now
the heron had two broken wings; confused and in pain
it crawled back on to the road. In the afternoon only
a few soft feathers drifted aimlessly on the left bank of
this manmade river of blood and loss.

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