Cancer and
bushfires have
this in common –
the earlier you
can catch them
the better the
chance of a cure.
Tag: gardens
Stay safe, my friends
Don’t give me
a home among
the gum trees
when it is
bushfire
season.
Cockatoo dreaming
To White
Cockatoos, Black
Cockatoos must
seem the stuff
of nightmares.
To Black Cockatoos,
White Cockatoos
must seem the
ghosts of ancestors.
Lighter than air
The magpies in
my garden love
a windy day –
it takes them
up up and back,
turns their games
into three dimensional
chess, makes them
sing with happiness
when they land
on the gate, a
difficult landing, in
the wind, performed
perfectly.
But I can’t fly
and I hate wind.
Still, I am happy
for them.
And don’t come back
Some days
it can almost be
a full time job,
carefully
removing
spiders,
insects,
centipedes,
and the
occasional
small lizard
from the house
they have somehow
entered and
then been unable
to escape, like
tiny burglars
trapped by
a deadlock.
Window on wind
A windy day
blows birds into
the garden to
swoop, glide and
play, then blows
them out again.
Mum
In Autumn sun
a Chrysanth
acts as mother
to a cloud of
baby moths
All of a flutter
Butterflies
flutter by,
but actually
moths
flutter more.
Wheels within wheels
Strangely
comforting
to see small
birds hunting
big eagles
instead of
the other
way round
Need more time
Two Spinebills
chasing each
other through
the Salvia flowers,
trying to evolve
into Australian
hummingbirds
