Well, hello there! I’ve not been into my blog for a long while…reasons… but as I sat on my back veranda yesterday I penned this and thought I’d share it … I tried to fix the double line spacing but…
Away with the Birds
The spring sunshine closes my eyes
But instead of closing me off it opens me
And I spread, like the branches of the nearby
Stringybark, out into the aether. I become
Part of the world around me.
Not an observer but a participant.
I sit with the red-wing in the feeder
Having ousted those pacifist doves
Joined by his brothers and lovers
He keeps his troops in line while
Keeping a feathered eye out for harriers.
I hear the screech of an incoming
Tribe of lorikeets. They are bullies
Disguised in a refinery of rainbows
Which all the world finds so attractive
Which makes their bad behaviour acceptable
Despite the angry warning of his epaulettes
Red-wing decides discretion is better than valour,
Or maybe because his wife harangues him,
He flies to the camouflage of the bougainvillea
Hurling abuse over his shoulder, unheeded.
I remain unnoticed, or perhaps tolerated
As the garrulous lorries take their fill
Of my earlier worshipful offering to the
Bird-brains of my life.
They kick and flick seed as they feed
Not a word of thanks do they utter.
Why should they? They are beautiful.
In their wake the sedate and plainer
Less flashy, less sassy, bronzewings glide in
They have no problem sharing with their cousins,
Small grey doves and others, double-barred.
Tiny sunbirds chip chip and slip out of hiding
Fairyfolk flitting from blossom to blossom.
An observant kookaburra, lifts and shakes
His azure wings and guffaws at
My attempt to be away with the birds.
I curse him for the accuracy of his mimicry
And slink back to my prison from which
I shall one day be free.