NOT SEEN FOR DUST
by Keith Shorrocks Johnson
So trills the Budgie - in the curtains high
As vacuuming the housewife lists his cheeps.
Missing awhile the avian treasure nigh
Changing the dust bag, lax attention creeps.
Now Joey downward from the pelmet flies
And mounts a shoulder on the matron's blouse
To strut his stuff, as she the draw string ties!
A journey out to void the bag brings open sky
And from the very temple of deceits -
Its cuttle bone and swings and bells and treats -
Bidding adieu the bird soars out the house.
Empty now the melancholy sovran shrine
Joy's bubble burst, he mounts the washing line
Disclosing dusty deals from parakeets.