The cows come by most days - they wander
in about noon grazing new grass on beyond
the eastern gate; this week they received an
indolent bonus, long garden trimmings cast
casually over the fence; been gazing at me
pensively, but her ladyship is at work I say -
so we share the solitude. Tuesday’s guests
were two King Parrots who’d found our red
Ziegler & Brown barbecue far too exciting to
ignore, perched swinging where they’d be in
an advantaged position but deplored peach
diced for their indulgence; a solitary wallaby
grazed languorously and waved, remaining
stretched out nibbling the fresh grass
Even Willie Wagtail querying who’s at home
played on decency, flitting acrobatically with
finesse upon a rotary clothesline such that it
entertained - we’re privileged to see this yet
it’s just the beginning, isn’t it; I guess we’re
about to be presaged to engage in it
© 8 January 2015, I. D. Carswell
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