Kookaburras

A morning poem from Australia

Oh kookaburras, kookaburras

it’s illegal is it not

to cackle at such volume

before the sun is up?

I’m glad you’re so enthused.

But this apricot dawn’s

still wrought with stars,

so ought you nasty

jesters cease pestering

us desperate alarmless?

I’d pay to have you snoozed.

Stop acting like you’re harmless.

I love you, ok, but on behalf

of the weary human race

I’d eject you into space

where no one hears you laugh.

There’s nothing funny,

kookaburras,

in our evanescent peace.

I’ve called the police.