Have you ever met the magnificent kookaburra?
Cheeky he is, did you know he giggles?
I wonder what could possibly make him do that?
his sense of humor, somewhat a tool I suppose?
after all, he does have to sing for his supper
and his clothes are pretty bright too
sitting, perched on a gum tree waiting patiently
for a mouse or even a snake to devour
supper on the table in no time?
I wonder does he imagine ice-scream and Mozart with that?
now I suspect… you think I’m mad?
I often think there’s a kookaburra in all us poets?
after all, we are graciously colorful
we stand on our perch
we laugh, we cry, we sing
and we also triumph
feeding our hunger
with words of magic
from deep within our souls
that help us take flight.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written for a fellow Poet, Rory.
- Category: Nature
- Views: 14
- Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, sorenbarrett
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Comments3
another work of art from the gifted pen of Teddy.
a most superbly written poem my friend.
Thank you dear Melvin, I'm good I hope you are too my lovely poet friend. 🌹
Teddy I love the personification of the kookaburra as a poet. I see all nature as poetry, sublime, right that my mind and words are not capable of putting into a poem that does it justice. I wonder if the kookaburra also would like a glass of wine? Very nice
Most humbled that you love this, thank you dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
His cry is often mistaken for laughing. By itself that makes this poem a winner.
Thank you dear Dan. 🌹
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