Two kookaburras came onto the seat
On the back verandah.
They sat waiting,
Their eyes following my movements,
Through glass, inside the house.
They had come from trees and forest
And they were of gums and leaf litter
And the glitter of shadow under bark
And they had come from silence,
Before me, waiting.
In my fingers I held out cheese for them
And they took the cheese,
Boldly, their eyes watching,
the beak sudden and swift.
Then they went, lifting,
Gone into the air,
Randomly, outside time,
Checked into space,
Into the jigsaw of forest