This grevillea flower
is like a hairy Huntsman spider
lying up-side-down.
Delicate pink appendages,
fuzzed and curled,
make awkward question marks
from those posing bendy legs.
Will the next hairy Huntsman then,
seem a fuzzy flower
with curvy pistil tubes?
Perhaps...
if it is dead...
But, maybe that’s too sad.
It must be fun to run that way:
'BOO' it seems to say to me,
just to make me jump.
Random thots
Two hornbills
On a grevillea tree
I look at them eat seed
They soar noisily onwards
Towards the next seedy tree
Send pigeons I had asked Of
Hornbills problems am reminded
There is no washing your hands off
No pigeon just a couple of noisy hornbills
Resting on one neglected grevillea branch
#bubbles_in time
Luis 04,2020
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