Pied Currawong (1/14)

PASSERIFORMES: Artamidae

Strepera graculina  

The Currawong

I AM the cunning one. My shrewd white eye,
Peeping from out some hidden harbour green,
Watches your household. Patiently I spy
Until I learn by heart its whole routine.
Myself unseen.
I witness, with sagacity profound,
Comings and goings in your daily round.
And what they mean.

I know what hour each morn the fowls are fed
When laurel berries ripen, too, I know.
I know when you'll come out to scatter bread
For wren and robin twittering below,
Where roses blow.
When you take tea upon the lawn, I'm there
Waiting the quiet hour; then forth I dare
To glean my share.

I am the cunning one. I know too well
Base human treacheries. Not over shy,
I am too wise to fall beneath the spell
Of pretty blandishments. My shrewd white eye
Has told me why.
A friendliness, too easily begun,
Might, thro' my pilferings, find me undone--
The cunning one.

The Currawong
by C J Dennis (1876-1938)
The Singing Garden (1935) p.163.