The Kookaburra

As the sun rises

the sky is bright

soon, the cockatoos will take flight

My bark

getting stronger each day

soaks in the sun's warmth

like a soft blanket

One kookaburra stays, it balances on the logs

trying to keep its body steady

soon, it falls

The weak trees are stable, growing around the poor animal

as though the life surrounding can't help the mammal

I'm worried for the poor creature

watching it cry, I slowly feel my lungs tense

watching this bird pass.

I felt my heart soar

feeling content with the situation

as I knew this bird will be ok

in the girl's preservation