In the darkness of the morning just before the dawn of day <br />The kookaburra calling in the wood across the way <br />In his loud and raucous laughter he proclaims his territory <br />'Do not venture near my border keep away from my gum tree'. <br /> <br />In the darkness of the morning before sun light up the sky <br />The kookaburra wake me with his territorial cry <br />At five o clock in the morning all the other birds in bed <br />Is the kookaburra crazy is he not right in the head? <br /> <br />5 a m saturday morning I could stay in bed till eight <br />But the kookaburra woke me and now I cannot sleep in late, <br />I've tried various forms of relaxation but I cannot get to sleep <br />And in trying to lull myself to slumber must have counted a thousand sheep. <br /> <br />If I were that kookaburra I would stay in bed till ten <br />And not be screaming in the darkness near the homes of sleeping men, <br />I'd not worry about borders and if others challenged me <br />I'd not take them on in Battle I'd fly off to other tree.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-having-been-woken-from-sleep-by-a-laughing-kookaburra/
