Where's My Hat ???
In the chill of the early autumn morning,
my husband reached for his faithful trilby hat
before striding out the door.
But where was the hat?
Not where it should have been.
Left on the kitchen bench the night before,
Rumbah (the opinionated rainbow lorrikeet) decided
that this pure wool, Italian made, Milana hat
would make the perfect perch.
On which to eat a stolen piece of bread.
Not sure who shrieked more: my husband who lost his hat,
my daughter who lost her breakfast,
or Rumbah who lost his perch!
(Just a note: Rumbah must have dragged the bread
onto the hat, as he likes to do,
because in our house we generally
use plates, not hats, for food receptacles.)