Hoo-oo-oo-a-a-a-a-a
In fields and forest, outback, plains,
what greater joy at break of day!
So have a laugh! Don’t shy away!
Your kookaburra laughter stains
the rising mist, makes light of pains
at mimicry and though it’s May,
though winter licks the skies, you play
among the eucalypts in rains
that drench the dusty wattle leaves.
You laugh through woodland winds and suns;
you cackle as combines bale the sheaves;
I laugh so hard…fair out of breath!
Then come – because time surely runs –
and kookaburra, laugh me to death.
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Last edited by Seree Zohar; 03-12-2013 at 06:07 AM.
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