She was lunching <br />outside <br />as is her preference <br />when the day is fair <br /> <br />Her garden is natural bush <br />dry and dusty <br />hiding bright surprises <br />(like purple sarsaparilla) <br /> <br />She didn't notice him at first <br />perched high up in the eucalypt next door <br /> <br />Till he dived <br />suddenly <br />like a raptor <br />and stole a morsel of chicken <br />from the bowl in her lap <br /> <br />Surprised <br />she watched him fly back to his branch <br />and whack <br />his prey <br />against it <br />several times <br /> <br />Then he lifted his magnificent cream head <br />and swallowed his prize <br /> <br />He looked down at her with <br />fierce intelligence <br />and shook <br />his head <br />from side <br />to side <br />his beak <br />made a loud clicking sound <br /> <br />intimidated <br />(a flash of du Maurier) <br />she retreated into the house <br /> <br />she didn't finish her lunch<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anne-s-kookaburra/
