I gaze into the crystal waters
Of the lake, the day awakes.
A kookaburra laughs so loud,
To the silence of the lake.
As a stork gives out it’s grating call,
Two swans in coal black feathers,
Come floating past and one can tell,
They were meant to be together.
I see those pure white wading birds,
There’s three of them in all,
All surrounded by a semicircle
Of ducks, it looks real cool.
It’s like the wading birds be stars,
And the ducks their audience
Sometimes my rich imagination
Comes out with so much nonsense…
Then the birds be going crazy
They fly off every where
I see a falcon circling round
Those birds had felt him there
The big bird hovered high above
And it seemed he ruled the sky.
I knew that bird would have his meal,
Before much time passed by.