we walked early today,
prowling the streaming tree shadows
and feeling the dew as it clung and then sank into my boots
a wattle bird, upside down in a callistemon,
wirrooked as we approached
and flung herself to upright with nervous velocity
by the time I was close enough to look for her in the combs of leaves,
she had gone - a light splash of branches and a hum of flight.
she will take more wooing
than the magpie who landed right near me
on the clothes line and regarded me
from one yellow eye
or the one at the christmas party
who accepted a chicken bone
from my hand and flew off
with my doubt and a friend
in swift pursuit
Love the last two stanzas. Especially,
with my doubt and a friend
in swift pursuit
Very mysterious. Well done!
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Thanks Bob. Much appreciated.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_wattlebird
wattlebirds are new to me!
❤
David
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Yes, thanks for sharing the link. I don’t imagine wattle birds are well known outside Australia.
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I agree with Bob. A perfect ending to a lovely poem.
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Thanks, Misky!! 😊
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It is a lovely poem and I like the captured light in the photo.
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Thank you! 😊
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🙂
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I love how you set the mood in the first three lines.
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Thank you Ulle. 😊
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entertaining and colourful: love ‘wirrooked’ and the vignette at the xmas party —
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Thanks, John. 😊
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