A Cold Corona Cervesa,
feels static in the misty heat
of insulating telegraph beats
wherupon a Kookaburra sits enthroned
shaking with laughter at the sky
In the darkening of the summer evening we walked
And came across a Christmas party for the neighbourhood
Not in a house, nor car, nor driveway
but out on the sidewalk with tables and chairs
The men and women all introduced themselves again this year
So we meet once a year under the tree and laughing and talking one by one,
And above in flight a muttering Kookaburra who looks at the Corona below,
then lands and takes up the laughing position.
[He cannot laugh in flight]
.. he needs to be settled and adopt the kingly pose..
But the man and the woman out on the road
who cares what posture he takes.
With a corona in hand
He laughs with his mate