Kookaburra's Friend

Wind blows across my face, 

Strolling at my pace, waiting

For someone who would never come. 

Rain flows from clouds,

Pattering my silky feathers,

Washing away dust,

Every second brings more pain.

Weather slows, A figure shows,

My heart quickens.

But an unfamiliar face,shooing and waving. 

Flurry of feathers,                                                    

I land on the old Jacaranda, waiting

For someone who would never come.

Day turns to night,

A shooting star, in darkness

Gazing at me with its brightness.                 

As I let out a laugh 

In despair,  While I wait,

For my

Friend…