24 December 2014

The wattle bird

sits on the slender tree
elegant in silhouette
against cloud cover

like a Christmas ornament
clipped to a twig, a sleek ellipse
with a tassel for a tail.

Like the glass of my memory
set with bright bead
eyes among the pine

a living, brindled pair
perches on the railings
round my house

clucking perennial
colloquies in the
green.