Stream of Consciousness

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

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