Thousands come in white,
cocky bright they
scandalize the sky,
swell sound in high, excited
gossip. Rumour runs before them
in migration; calamitous,
hysterical their population.
They polkadot the green
then spill en masse
in crests of surf,
icons of the paddock,
old time robbers of the crop,
before the white wave
rears and stops,
weighs down a tree with light.