Poem :: Currawong

Flock of gentlemen gathered in the evening 
Jet black tailcoats with handsome top hats matching 
Theatrical theme at eucalyptus trees
Scent of strong therapeutic oil blown in the breeze 

Amongst the foliage they engaged in hide and seek 
Flittered flirted in red sunlight filtered by leaves
Expose flashes of white starched shirts with cuff-linked sleeves

Leap and lope with liveliness in parodic plays 
Penned by these satirists as they laugh through the day 
Shiny gold coin eyes in deep rooted conversations
Lets collaborate in their contemplation
Eavesdrop to decipher their palaver

Quwaa. Quwaaoo. Quwaa. Quwaaio.