You should have visited,
                                                  yesterday,
with your accusative beak
and shining cloak, shimmering
Argus-eyed,
a wash of shushing feathers
tumbling down chimney, landing in
kindly cinders,
then fussily dog-shaking
dusky powder
at Coonara*'s Aga-like window,
rattling skewed handle, tin collector-ish,
breasting boldly (boyo at bar) where experience
has taught (yobbo*, to say the least)
a gap appears if one agitates, chauvinistic, enough –
for this is not your first assault
on my nerves
and you have learnt
that ash, though white, ain't lime and you
now know
that doors open for those who cause most
com-MO-tion.
~
You should have visited, yesterday,
my feathered friend.
Perhaps, then I would have taught
that unshy beak to squeak: 'Mortimer'.
                What?
No?
Off you go, then, little mate.

Make sure to come back, nevermore.

*Apologies for the use of a quintessential Australian icon – The Coonara wood heater ;)

*Again, my apologies for having been birthed in the Great South Land – I canna help it, ye know ;)