King of the Birds

The lively tweeting of wildlife
Was the only thing I heard,
But one lone bird sung alone,
The Kookaburra, king of the birds.

I stare fixated at my painting,
Lost in the halo of colour,
Beautiful brush-strokes and wonderful memories,
King of the birds, the Kookaburra.

Thinking back to when I was younger,
An artistic memory, overshadowing any other,
My art lesson, my painted creation,
King of the birds, the Kookaburra.

My favourite bird, my spirit animal,
Captured in layered paint without any words,
A natural leader still, mounted on my wall,
The Kookaburra, king of the birds.