It’s kookaburras meet cockatoos
n screech n squawk n crackle loudly
like mothers calling, children crying,
roiling storms and wails of worry.
The clamorous cacophony of endless noise
.. leads on.. and on, to screams within
Gives pause to purchase solitude.
From trial and torment, a single teardrop.
Shimmers for a rainbow’s ripple.
Caught, distilled to pools of moonbeams
For eyelids close when there is quiet
and sleep, softly down to gentle dreaming
A hush that holds them, silent in the night