Aussie wildlife

Yeah you hear it all the time – don’t feed the wildlife blah blah blah
well we didn’t listen
and Lizzie – that little water dragon that lives up the block and loves sausages…
she’s a big girl now
she’s bored of sausages
bacon doesn’t tempt her anymore
but…
she likes the look of toes
and she knows where we keep them
we wear our gumboots on the verandah now
seriously, we have to.

white foxes

my friend
there is so much that you have missed

each morning the sun still rises to touch the clouds with gold
that place that sells the good kebabs is making real lemonade again
and Sara’s baby girl giggles in her sleep

they say she couldn’t see that anymore she lived in a world with no colour

but last night, in a world bleached by fog I saw
two white foxes in the headlights
suspended

how I miss you
dear friend

an ordinary september morning in a bush suburb of brisbane, australia

the light is soft, the sky ablaze in the east, sun rising over my sister’s empty house
the neighbour’s roosters are crowing, highway a-humming, small birds whistle
a pop-pop-pop
tweet a-twitter peep-peep pittering
a chirup a chirup a chirup
the hens squabble up the hill over breakfast
except for chee chee who grizzles at my feet about the too-cold water
in little groups the rest come join her – ranga2, bonnet, julie2, lovely, dovely, bandit-the-pizzle, and ember
now crowd at my feet whinging for scraps
My feet are damp from the dew and coolish
hands are warm from the coffee cup perched on the table in front of the laptop
The early crows get up and call the rest to murder
the last of the chooks’ breakfast
Soon my sister will be home from night shift. I will get up and make her a cuppa if she drops in
and be careful where I tread.

Gratitude day 3

one for a night sky crystalled with stars swirling beautiful aaahhh
two for the ever changing ever new and glorious moon a sliver a slice a bowl a beacon a mystery
three for the puffy whites a-sailing to catch the light and be haloed or pierced through for awe and wonder
four for the streaks that stretch t-h-i-s far across the sky ooohh that must be miles and miles that I can see
five for the blazing colours a gasp a silent moment of contemplation, peace, smile, breathe and remember that I am that prince with the whole universe inside him Yes

Gratitude day 2

one for the chooky-ladies who give me clucks and squawks, funniness and eggs
two for the black and white feathered brigade who eat the grubs and bugs in the garden and sing so cheerfully
three for the wee wonders the tiny blue and blacks and brown and reds who cling so daintily on fine little feet and trumpet their good mornings
four for the sweetness of the lacey gold and chocolate quackers
five for the magnificence of the raptors – the wedgie, the falcon, the goshawk – for wonder and awe – and the reminder of just how much we love all the others
and six – a bonus – for the crows who provide such witty conversation

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