An Ode To The Kookaburra Poem by Shirley Harrison

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 on his perch 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.