With the water becoming scarce,
And the temperature arising,
A Galah flock found themselves a quite pool,
In which they engulfed quite unsurprising.
Soon there was a grey/pink cloud,
Covering most of the ground & blue sky overhead,
Drinking the water in the pool however,
Would find quite a few sick or dead..
Yet they stayed on poolside,
As if their party must go on,
Screeching their song be it an almighty din,
Dancing through each day so long.
Like most parties this one has its characters,
The lifeguard, the clown, the quiet one in a corner,
Those that are boldly in the spotlight,
Or on the fence along the border.
‘Till at last the party’s over for the day,
All fly off to where they roost,
Resting quietly ‘till dawning light,
Finding fresh water’s sure to be a boost.
The Poetic Life 2.0 