Rolling breakers
sea of leaden clouds.
The shadow of a tree
highlighted toward horizon,
rustling of beak on fruit.

From far distant the raucous
squeal of cockatoos.
barely a breeze.
Wings beating past in still air.
Then darkness, quietude.

Tiniest shadow
of branches moving.
Frogs guttural croak.
And in nightfall captured
a veil of silence.