Deep in the gloom is a wise-looking creature -
An old kookaburra with the look of a teacher.
His eyes drill right through you, they fill you with fear.
What on earth could he be doing up there!
He beckons you close with a long, ragged feather,
One nibbled by moths and years of damp weather.
Your feet shuffle nearer, despite feelings of danger -
What was it Mum said about talking to strangers?
Who could this be in a rumpled brown suit?
And what’s that strange odour like over-ripe fruit?