suburban pukeko

you walk silly, my big-footed bumbler,
without full control, the legs awarded you
end in the orange spiders of your feet.

you are way further up that tree
than you should be, clinging desperately
and with much feather flapping
as the wind tries to dethrone you.

I have seen your friends already
teetering along the neighbour’s fence top,
they are like plump blue acrobats in white bloomers.
what are they doing up there?

your kind are over-confident, my bumbler,
ill-suited for heights, yet high you climb
up trees, fences, rooves and vines

always completely clumsy
and without apology.


  • Glenda Lassen

    August 24, 2019 at 6:09 am Reply

    Congratulations. A fabulous portrait of the pukeko and those kinds of people that don’t seem to be able to coordinate their limbs. I really enjoyed this poem.

  • J L Heller

    August 24, 2019 at 7:36 am Reply

    This poem makes me smile! You’ve really captured them. 🙂 Great winning poem choice, Takahe!

  • Marie

    August 24, 2019 at 10:47 am Reply

    Amazing poem ! Hebe is so clever with her words, and she is also MY COUSIN!

  • Bruce Keatley

    August 24, 2019 at 11:32 am Reply

    What an amazing description of the Blue Chicken lovely work Hebe

  • Catherine Anderson

    August 24, 2019 at 2:29 pm Reply

    So glad you were inspired looking out that window on that windy windy day. Congratulations my friend

  • Ainsley

    August 24, 2019 at 3:21 pm Reply

    Love this Hebe

  • Karina

    August 24, 2019 at 7:49 pm Reply

    Congratulations Hebe!!! The recognition of your creativity and clever observations is fabulous and well deserved.

  • Graraham Kearney

    September 7, 2019 at 3:11 am Reply

    Congratulations Hebe now that I have time to enjoy your action filled reminder of our lovely bird life only pesky pigeons an tuneless unseen crows here

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