are found in Australia,
they are not pretty birds
with a lovely call,
but racous enough
to mistake it
for laughter, or even screams of amusement.
love to ride kangaroos,
they hang on their tails,
so they make them run faster than tigers...
to scare the Tasmanian wolves away
resting on sun-dried hummocks of fresh excavations.
scorn puling children,
the ones who are spoiled
enough to get what they want
by not eating pumpernickel,
but demand white bread...
watch the hungry kookaburras devour everything!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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