He sits on the wire
up high above the rooftops.
All black and dishevelled
all gawcky and noisy.
Waiting for breakfast
from mum and from dad.
A shaggy teenager
with too many feathers.
Trying so hard
to get them to lie flat.
Preening and gwaucking
almost falling.
Waiting for breakfast,
for mum and for dad.
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