The Bird
Off to work upon his bike
in early morning time
When suddenly confronted
with a loud spine chilling wine
He really was confused
what's the source of this alarm
Nothing sinister he hoped
to likely cause some harm
His heart was beating faster
as he pedalled with such fear
He never travelled faster
with the bike now in top gear
Then one day he saw the culprit
in the fullness of the light
He new at once it was the source
of his enormous fright
Suddenly it hadn't been
a figment of a nasty dream
A bird , the bush Stone Curlew, claims to be
the owner of the caterwauling scream
The bird is now revered
when it's heard throughout the night
Though sleep is sometimes ruptured
The bird is now invited, to screech with all his might
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