kooka-night goodnight

ack-ack-ack-owoo

kookaburra calls

ack-ack-ack-owoo

the sun
is down below the

ack-ack-ack-ackoo

horizon
low
beneath the world

ack-ack-ack

kookaburra calls
the night to fall

ackoo

kookaburra
the last light is gone
the dark is sweeping in

kookaburra
will you call

ack-ack-ack-ackoo

again

goodnight you
kooka-bird

goodnight
dear kooka bird


© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #28: the sounds of morning

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