I had a conversation with a kookaburra -

Truth to tell, it was one-sided -

I was trying just to ascertain

Why had this bird decided

To perch upon the verandah rail

And then upon a chair?

I had yet to be convinced

I was the attraction there.

 

Alas, the facts were quite mundane.

If the kookaburra could complain

It would have told me "I am here

For a peewit gave me cause to fear".

I really loathe that pesky bird,

So black and white, it is absurd

That it should chase this Aussie icon,

And do its very best to frighten.

 

The visiting kookaburra was quite young

And didn't bother with a song.

I did my best to soothe it down,

I don't know if it could frown,

But it looked at me with great intent -

Did it understand just what I meant

By saying many a calming word?

For I knew exactly what occurred.

 

My visitor looked at me once more

Before I left and closed the door.

When I looked again I was quite alone.

To my relief the bird had flown.

But it left behind a parting gift,

Which didn't make my spirits lift.