Songs and chords they sing to us
Almost every day,
Some are very musical
Some just sing their way.
Though today when I was tuning in
I heard it word for word
The message from the greatest ave
Our clever lyrebird…
“I’ve talked with all the animals
Of present circumstance
The mourning of our people
From gifting such a chance
To share in all the beauty
You preserved and kept
Thrown back at you with scornful spew
And total disrespect.
We’ve witnessed all the suffering
That humans have endured,
How every time you rose above
Goodness you secured.
Harmony had come to be
Right from the dreamtime
Lines are strong and never wrong
Where Peace is yours and mine.
So, You will overcome this
That conflict and that strife,
Soon there’ll be tranquility
And a happy life
Once there was for yet to be
The cycle carries on
Here upon our sacred land
Under our great Sun”
Then he looped around me
And vanished in the grass
Leaving me awakened
With glimpses of the past...
Categories:
lyrebird, bird, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Raymond Littlejohn’s favorite bird to study was the lyrebird.
He was an amateur ornithologist who recorded their sounds in the 60’s
They are also called peacock-wrens and Australian birds of paradise
They reside from southern Victoria to south-eastern Queensland.
Their heritage dates back fifteen million years as evidenced by fossils
Lyrebirds have an impressive ability to mimic natural and artificial sounds
True beauty of the male’s huge tail appears when he is in courting mode.
They are one of Australia’s natural resources, and magical in many ways.
Categories:
lyrebird, bird,
Form: Narrative
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nature's winged gadget
cacophonic arguments
reconcile the day
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August 16, 2021
Categories:
lyrebird, bird,
Form: Haiku
Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills,
who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills,
a laugh, a whip, a cackle. Even a stolen axe's ring!
Tales of the bush are spoken when a Lyrebird does sing.
Categories:
lyrebird, bird,
Form: Rhyme
I passed by Old Man Banksia, a wonderfully gnarled tree,
While trekking through the Jamison, a bushland pedigree,
I saw the broad leaf of the Geebung, with its yelow frill,
The distant sounds of Katoomba Falls with its water spill.
Suddenly excitement grew, new noise, a whipping sound,
Its shrilled call pierced the air, the unbelievable was found,
A lyrebird with all its beauty, elusiveness personified,
Stood before me tail flared,my mouth was open wide.
It was clawing in the leaf litter, with insects being found,
Its ornate, opaque tail swished on to the ground,
It hopped around in the mulch, paused then moved on,
I was waiting in anticipation for another whipping song.
My encounter was a brief one, for as soon as I got near,
It decided to fossick elsewhere without the risk of fear,
But I had seen this ancient animal with vocal chords unique,
The world's greatest mimic, its repertoire so complete.
Categories:
lyrebird, beauty, nature,
Form: Rhyme