the black swan soothes a promenade
bills through a pennon of underwing
a swamp harrier dallies in pirouette
as echidnas scowl their annoyance
a dauntless of pardalotes
whizzes to my ear
my season’s first tiger snake
alive to water sways a ripple
frogs all bassy spruce
echo themselves
a rebound of Spring sky
laughs back at a sprawl of sedge
where a frame of sleek water
breaks by a fatal leap
a smile of grey herons cast lives
out of this growing warmth
the wagtails and wrens weightlessly
jete a jete on the floating bank
the arcade oil by tea trees
lets go the thrush’s call back
to a place I cannot bring focus
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from the north hide
bird-o's focus
'frogs all bassy spruce' - gorgeous
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