Sunday, July 12, 2015

Everybody Poops


A fitted sheet flaps in the breeze

The foxtail palm fronds sway gently

Dappled winter light dances on the lawn

Ripples on the pool surface cast moving shadows

on the steel shed next door.

Lorikeets chatter incessantly

while kookaburras gather and laugh

high upon a gum tree branch.

All is well with the world outside my window.

That is when I notice

what's so funny. 

A cheeky butcher bird has left his calling card

Streaky, slimy and seedy

dripping down the freshly laundered sheet. 

Bird humour,

I guess.

We are not amused.




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