Bowerbird

Big, blue, brilliant beast
An aeroplane at airtime
You collect blue things at the least,
And then it's time to drop myself down to earth.

Female feeds fluffy chicks food.
Stares straight, so scary
In a bad mood
With her cloudy chest puffed up.

Bottle lids, streamers, flowers and all 
Decorations hung among grass and soil
Like you're having a ball
Female flutters, looking so royal.

Mother has golfballs but not to be found
Little tiny eggs in a nest
Little ping-pong balls rustling around
The eggs hatch, cheep cheep –

New growth.