Warm for December but cool in their down
Birds, shape of riverbend, take the boardwalk.
In a grove of young eucalypts birds are soft wind
Move through foliage to steep banks beyond.
Most noticeable birds feed on what’s about grass,
Scoot in and out of their set-up amidst rushes.
Sounds sharp as sunlight accommodate the air
Hop from stem to stem, trip across the sky.
Interruption to meditation is the machine,
It jars starts alive with its death noise
Constant anomaly till its job ends shut.
Silence does not silence birds’ re-entry,
The clock passes an hour where they frolic,
Pack their things, watch humans, or go upstream.
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