Bird Day
This mild, wet, January morning
there are so many birds singing -
'chirrup, cheep', and at back there
real melodies ventured -
as if it were spring
Sudden invasion of crows
shredding the air with 'kraaks',
more than any morning all year -
dark magic of their rasps,
greetings banishing self-pity.
‘No worries, mate. No worries!’
they say, like some blunt
Australian. But be advised,
be wise not to believe them.
Brer Nature would do you down
and laugh at you, yet
you’d be laughing too
with human power more
raucous, complex, self aware
than any bird.
Oh. Or paranoid.
The sun decided after all
to flaunt a late fling
warming morning.
And of course, that’s what
all the birds knew.
Their tweet-sweet laugh
on me a tittering
pleasantry.
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Quickie*
Sky darkens
loosed cloud Krakens,
suck up daylight,
muscling tentacles.
Life sharkens.
Electric eels
spray fields
and the bang. Ah!
Hard on, sudden.
Raise the baton
a little pause. Yes?
rain-burst batters
like a deep fry.
Mix with electric
jolts the bolts
and the nuts of it.
A few more
- and ONE for the scare!
Gone.
Peer out there.
A blank grey -
no more to say.
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*To clarify. A twenty minute thunderstorm.
Totally out of the blue and rather shocking with accompanying cloudburst.
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