Parrots are flying and crying in the bush:
Their colours and their shrillness sweep veering through the gumtrees.
Green leaves and green birds.
Golden leaves and golden birds.
Crimson leaves and crimson birds.
And there are between-lights, mixed, elusive colouring.
There are clear shrills and vortices of chorusing,
A screaming of notes and a streaming of hues.
The parrots go crying and flying through the gums;
Their colours and shrillness sweep veering away.
Rex Ingamells, Forgotten People, F. W. Preece & Sons, Adelaide, 1936, page 38