On Jilliby Farm
Each night a brown orb spider,
a piece of night from under the eaves
spins a sticky intricate web
against the silhouette of leaves
Kangaroos the color of bark and stones
begin a dawn retreat to a rose lit tree line
I peep from the window- stretch and yawn
as grey mist fades into spreading sunshine
myriads of birdsong in filtered zones
as dew reveals gossamer webs on the lawn.
Tiny finches are flitting down,
from twig to twig to a birdbath of stone
They dip and splash and re -alight,
as I sit and watch in my dressing gown.
not moving in case I give them a fright
absorbed in them I am least alone
Their colors are grey, bright green, and brown
Rain scents of earth and eucalypts
a bush path strewn with bark and puddles
under swaying strands of weeping leaves
in shadowy niches of scented idyls
aware of the tapestry nature weaves
HUMAN NATURE - 4 STANZA, 7 LINE
Contest Judged: 2/12/2016 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Marugu Mo
2.nd Place
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