the drops of dew cling
like petulant children
to the rusty stars of
the barbed wire fence
while below the sodden
ground is scarred with
the long footed imprints
of rabbit tracks
tufts of their fur can be found on the sharp edged
sticks of the fern fronds
that have been broken
by their hurried passing.
the sun light can only
be described as dappled
as it cascades in shifting
shafts of mote filled magnificence through
the slowly shifting leaves
of the gum tree canopy
and in the distance the bellbird peals
that clear sweet noted song
that brings a smile to my lips
in the underbrush a shuffling sound arises
an animal too wary of me
most probably a wombat
but perhaps something
more exotic, a bilby or
echinda, mayhap a goanna
i am destined not to know
as the sound recedes off
to the west....
and the kookaburras call
loud and raucous overhead
i walk on following the track
by the old fence...
so very aware, that,
here in the aussie bush.
i am the indtruder....
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
the drops of dew cling
like petulant children
to the rusty stars of
the barbed wire fence
while below the sodden
ground is scarred with
the long footed imprints
of rabbit tracks
tufts of their fur can be found on the sharp edged
sticks of the fern fronds
that have been broken
by their hurried passing.
the sun light can only
be described as dappled
as it cascades in shifting
shafts of mote filled magnificence through
the slowly shifting leaves
of the gum tree canopy
and in the distance the bellbird peals
that clear sweet noted song
that brings a smile to my lips
in the underbrush a shuffling sound arises
an animal too wary of me
most probably a wombat
but perhaps something
more exotic, a bilby or
echinda, mayhap a goanna
i am destined not to know
as the sound recedes off
to the west....
and the kookaburras call
loud and raucous overhead
i walk on following the track
by the old fence...
so very aware, that,
here in the aussie bush.
i am the indtruder....
an older piece...written when i lived in mountain country....and bushwalked
often in the early morning.
brought to kind
by a heavy dew this fine spring morning....and some
tracks scampering across the dewladen patch of grass out front...rabbit tracks!!
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