eyebrows and voice arced high
walking two chihuahuas
chatting to your ponchoed friend
a wolfhound waits at the letterbox
you tie your shoelace
as he watches
I read posters at the library,
a seminar on backyard beekeeping
is coming up,
(would the body corporate mind?)
a Bird Walk on the mountain
I might see
a Weebill or a Perdalote
might gather honey
I remember the cockatoo flock
in the autumn leaf gutter
the honk when I stopped to watch
(photo by Dylan Jones)
Lovely. I particularly like the idea of backyard beekeeping.
ReplyDeleteyes, lovely. Bees, that's another poem I've been working on, Sarah! FYI they love, love the Fried Egg Tree flowers - should you ever wish to plant for them...
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