Kid Fight

I was having a quick shower,
When something made me pause,
It sounded like the kids were fighting,
And using teeth and claws.
The yells were harsh and raucous,
And coming in a flood,
I ran out at light speed,
Expecting to see blood.
But things were perfectly serene,
Me you can deride,
It wasn't the children fighting,
There was a cockatoo outside.

True enough - I was in the shower and heard the creams and ruckus. I bolted out, dripping wet, to find the girls happily playing and the cockatoo mocking me from outside. So I shot it. Well, I wanted to ...