A walking track through the forest,
shrouded by giants, providing shade,
with broken boughs, leaf litter and life,
and a cool mountain stream in a glade.
This stranger can only see beauty,
where many see nothing at all,
it may be complex of a flower,
or a trivial meaningless call.
But I’m not a casual observer.
The big picture is far from my mind.
I don’t need a grandiose view,
just the reach of close-by unrefined.
It’s magnificent scenery,
gaudy colours with the greenery,
sustaining birds and the native bee,
among the trees and the shrubbery.
Maidenhair, copperhead, yellow-ochre.
Ornithorhynchus and xanthorrhoea.
Antechinus, phasmid, orb weaver,
scenery hidden out of the way.
And so as my journey progresses,
my mind and my eyes grow so keen
for sight of one more hidden treasure,
or the privilege of knowing one’s been.
It’s wonderful knowing,
knowledge of the forest keeps growing,
whether it’s floral or an echo ping,
my scenery is a wonderful thing.
It’s magnificent scenery,
gaudy colours with the greenery,
sustaining birds and the native bee,
among the trees and the shrubbery.
Categories:
ornithorhynchus, nature,
Form: Rhyme
My dear Ornithorhynchus,
Why do you confuse us?
Neither mammal nor bird
You are a creature absurd.
You are a mammal they say
Yet yellow yolked eggs you lay
And suckle your young
To scale evolution's rung.
Your pelt is so fine
But you root like the swine
In the mud for your fill
With your famous duck-bill!
Your cousins are echidnas
But you've webs on your claws
Of the Order Monotreme
You are an exceptional extreme.
Oh, dear Platypus
You are really thus
A freak of Biology
Of really rare ontology!
~19 Jul 2016~
Categories:
ornithorhynchus, animal,
Form: Rhyme