Came The Currawong – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Currawong (s. versicolor) the grey currawong of Western Australia. Early ornithologists placed them in the corvid family but later reviews place them in the Cracticini clade or group along with magpies and butcher-birds. This one encountered at Boondi Rock near Coolgardie.

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.” Robert Lynd

Came The Currawong

Wilderness reduces distance,
suspending the commonplace of
suspicion, where species allow for
truce, even simple conversations
around mutual interest, especially 
in the fading light, when comes the 
currawong, searching my face for 
signs of generosity, begging a 
morsel as a kind nod to friendship
not normally acknowledged, but
now desired as the juice of dinner
reeks across the encampment,
and the moment lingers in our 
conscience as the day ends with
this bush colloquy so rarely 
experienced anywhere other 
than here in this moment where
we become bound by a common
interest, that most visceral, felt need.

Copyright 2021 ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ยฎ


Filed under bush walking, camping, Country, Free Verse, nature, poem, quote

39 responses to “Came The Currawong – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Lovely, Paul. I really enjoyed your word choice and phrasing.

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  2. Aside from enjoying this poem a lot, Paul, I learned something from it ๐Ÿ˜ƒ


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  3. How wonderful – really captured the simple joys of camping.

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  4. Love the poem…and the quote is spot on, too.
    Welcome back, Paul.

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  5. Are you a bird watcher Paul?

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  6. I love this poem! It’s a Wordsworthian spot of time, rare and precious and needing to be revealed through poetry.

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  7. Paul, just recently Tracy had posted about the Currawong and I had to look them up. What a wonderful post about simple joys of camping.

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  8. Reblogged this on e-Quips and commented:
    This is a lovely poem by Paul that is too good not to share.

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  9. You were tuned in to the moment, making a more than cursory connection with the bird. That is beautifully expressed in the poem, Paul. โค

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  10. lync56

    So beautifully put – it took me back and transported me back to those moments where we shared these special moments in the bush


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  11. they are not a shy bird if dinner could be in the offering! You captured that lingering moment so artfully ๐Ÿ™‚

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  13. Wonderful! The title was so inviting to me because of the alliteration, but even more because I had no idea what a currawong was. (My computer has underlined the word in red as a misspelling. ;-))
    Love the Australian-ness of the poem, and easy transfer to global situations. -Julie

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