Currawong Choir Poem by Barry Dummett

In a deep deep dream, that was very very real to me
Feeling you and touching you as I hold you close to me
With my head on my pillow and your head on my chest
In a dream so real, that it would have to be rated best
Before the sun had risen and I had not quite a woken
A currawong choir sang with morning not quite broken

First the piping and the calling was a soothing remedy
Then as I lay in bed a listening to this melodic medley
With thoughts of Pixie Lahni and events yet to be told
Of our night at the ballet and how that would unfold
A symphony of wolf whistles continued their song
Maybe the currawong choir knows where I must belong