The White Cockatoo They count me but a common bird, Unworthy of respect, Who see me chained, with mien absurd Striving to croak some alien word Of some strange dialect; A captive robbed of freedom’s right, To be a clown for man’s delight. But where, in blue skies, wild and free, My gleaming cohorts go, Screaming in joyous ecstasy, To settle on some withered tree Like sudden failing snow, Or great white blossoms heaven sent — Here am I in my element. Come, seek me then to be a clown For man’s divertisement! For as the great flock settles down To raid your fields by bush or town, High is my sentry sent To watch from out the topmost tree With keen, unwinking scrutiny. Now, let the smallest sign denote Some threat of danger nigh, And sudden, from a screaming throat He sounds his warning trumpet note. His golden crest held high, And we are gone, like drifting snow, Shrieking derision as we go. The Yellow-crested Cockatoo is critically endangered in the wild.