Long Lorikeet Poems

Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive

Expanse of green acres draped
like a petticoat when ye arrive
birds of a feather flock together
and bees gather collect nectar,
pollen, and water to...

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The bully of the parrot world, the Rainbow Lorikeet
To find one that was friendly, would be quite a feat
They will fight all other parrots, those larger and the small
They always fight among themselves, 'till no...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life...

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Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time, 
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots, 
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.

Safety albeit empty, 
claw shortening scooping to prop up...

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I have watched tree-giants 
in deep forest-cathedrals
declare glory, speak of heaven
in sanctuaries where birds rejoice 
between branches 
under leafy-windows  
– green and gold. 
I have seen where roots 
pierce stone. 

Then, glazed December
cracked. Empty...

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If you want a treat, look up the most colorful birds
Ever made by God, and you will come up with the best.
Paradise tanager, red-bearded bee-eater, macaw. My word!
What a fantastic creature in and out of...

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Rainbow colored camouflage, some may think, what a ridiculous idea, what a ridiculous idea, for rainbows are rare and high in the air, so what benefit would it have? Unless you were trying, to reckon...

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UNCOVERED GIFTS

Oppressed, 
hidden,
covered,
choked,
overgrown,
in the garden and the lives
of living things
and many folks,
for in amongst 
there are things of attraction,
that when smothered,
and where an invader,
covers purposely
their very existence.
Till finally
the day of liberation comes,
with diligence, 
care,
as well...

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My bird is springtime with its green,
Summer with its yellow,
It blazes fall in its red and orange,
And ruffles it’s icy, blue, indigo and violet feathers,
 
Though it lives in its humid home,
Surrounded by leafy greens,
It’s...

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Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.

I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a...

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