Our dream home had acres of windows|
which my mother-in-law loved to shine.
She never complained and did it with love
because I had a damaged spine.
The house backed onto a rain forest,
filled with most amazing creatures.
Birds don't know about windows
as they're not standard nesting features.
The windows made an invisible threat,
especially when freshly clean.
Poor Mum used to get terribly sad,
it made her feel cruel and mean.
Kookaburras are very large birds
and made an astonishing noise,
when they crashed into transparent panes
and it always upset my boys.
The first emerald dove I ever saw
was a victim of clean glass;
the beautiful thing, lying broken there,
its plumage as green as lush grass.
'That's enough!' I declared with horror.
'Though windows be covered with grime,
Mum can just sit and enjoy the birds
when she comes to visit next time.'
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