I hate the
sound of a
rabbit, at
night, screaming
in the jaws
of a fox.
But I can’t
hear the fox
cubs crying
with hunger.
Category: ecology
Happy to see you
The Choughs
are back
doing some
gardening for
me, and the
sight of their
ungainly walk
and their happy
family warms
the cockles of
my cold winter
heart.
Falling down
Once I saw
on the ground
under trees
blue fragments
of a small
egg. But were
they from an
egg that fell
or one that
had hatched?
I didn’t
know just what
I should feel.
Seasons
Plumes of smoke
on a cold
Winter’s day
bring thoughts
of warmth and
community
and human
busyness and
achievement.
Plumes of smoke
on a hot
Summer’s day
bring thoughts
of destruction
and terror
and loss and
anger and
failure.
Love birds
Birds in pairs,
galahs,
magpies,
rosellas,
butcher birds,
crows,
peewits,
birds in pairs,
thinking of
Spring.
If only they had known
The human race
is in the
position the
dinosaur race
was in some
25 years
before the
impact of the
Chicxulub
meteor.
Family ties
One lonely
Wedgetail
Eagle
in a tree,
along came two
more and then
there were three.
Morning greetings
Three eagles on
a windy morning
circling circling
low above
my head and
calling, calling:
“Here we are”
“Here we are”
“We love wind”
“We love wind”
“Our domain”
“Our domain”.
And then they
slide away
slide away
to another hill.
“Here we are”.
Raindrops keep failing
I weep
bitter tears
when drought
breaking rain
is forecast
and I get
just a little
bit less than
bugger all
Darkness at noon
The fog
of war,
the smoke
of climate
change
