Tropical Bird, the Cassowary

The shining sun beats down its rays on to the bark, 

A cassowary digs its beak,

into the flourishing green leaves,

as the camera flashes white,

The bird flees faster than a fly, 

leaving behind a very rare egg

The cassowary sprints for miles on end,

Eventually it halts,

And glances at the luscious,

Gleaming fruit handed to the bird by a tree

Autumn leaves tumble out of trees, 

Onto the cassowary’s head, 

The flightless bird trips, 

On a Nice, thick stick

It’s foot is as sharp like a knife,

After a long day of surviving, 

In the rainforests of Queensland.