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.
We are not amused.