Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Tawnying Out

We tawny frogmouths, we are birds
That hail from the down under land.
Me and the Missus are of few words,
Stick to ourselves - understand?
Some kookaburras moved next door,
Heard them heading for our tree.
Socializing is such a chore,
So like tree branches we did be.
Shutting eyes and tucking in beak,
And not making a move or sound,
A built in camoflage technique
When uninvited come around.

The kookaburras sing and sing.
Neighbors can be a pesty thing.