Lurking in the distance watching his victim's every move.
He sits and waits, waits and sits.
With patience as his virtue,
Patience, rewarding it is true.
No noise to give away his presence,
neither movement to betray.
He watches, sits and waits,
for the chance to steal away.
He sees it not so much as treason,
or a gift to be received.
He interprets it as an offering,
to be taken is why it's there.
So it's presence meets is purpose soon,
and why he keeps his stare.
Then comes the time, there is a chance,
The owner gone inside.
And a moment to be taken comes,
He swoops for the bounty left outside.
Now relieved of ownership out comes the man,
returning and it's gone.
What thieving mongrel took from my plate,
my sandwich all set and done?
And as if to add insult but really just to mock.
While make good its leave,
with raucous laugh there came,
A canny Currawong’s call,
Your sandwich ha haaaaa! Not anymore
It's mine at last as you can see.
(Copyright 2021 Kevin Palmer, all rights reserved)