Gang Gang Cockatoo

The Gang Gang Cockatoo,
Is the sunshine in the sky,
Brightening the day.

Cockatoo covered with greenish-brown leaves,
Sticks and splinters,
Poking them,
Not disappearing,
Not going home.

Looking straight down, right below them, I see heads,
Walking by itself,
Gloomy, happy skies,
Devils interrupting our space,
And screeching like friends.

Hearing loud megaphones,
Running around,
Duplicates of me,
Invading my home,
With their massive mouths,
Unable to shut.

Taking a breather,
And smelling grandma's expired leftovers,
Being dropped from a hole,
Onto the ground,
That the intruders have done, who sit proudly,
Opposite me.

Gang Gang Cockatoo,
Sings opera,
With a crowd in front,
Paying for seats,
To see a view,
But would you?