Magpie struts round the wide old plane tree,
looking up at that mottled trunk, glancing back at me.,
checking out the tags daubed upon her bark,
like he knows graffiti’s some kind of art.
9 Jan 2010
Feasting on bindi-eye,
a flock of native pigeons
wear pointed crests atop their heads,
a sharp contrast to their dignified necks
and plump pink bellies.
They are more alien than bird,
until one spreads his tail
and imitates a peacock of dazzling greys.
7 Jan 2010