I woke at 5 am
sat through a storm
watching lightening scrawl the walls
spotlighting dark recesses
the traffic of thoughts,
at times, gridlocked
was louder than the thunder
vibrating along solid foundation
I thought I saw rain, maybe felt it too
but I was still inside
contained,
within a safe cocoon
I watched it trickle down the window pane
once removed
the beat was a rhythm
not upbeat, not even vaguely familiar
and I knew
there was no dance left in me
the dawn, was stronger than the storm
it broke through the muscled clouds
from the silence
I heard the familiar winged flight of waterbirds,
smaller birds, too
Oriented to home
I walked in a garden, freshened by rain
saw a feather and from the quill,
a message for me
birds rest in the darkest hour of the night
and at first light, may shed what they don’t need
to make the launch lighter
but despite the discard,
their wings are still wings
so they fly the charted course
the last stretch
in a flock, a pair, or alone
as nature intended.
a dawn bird
There was enough rain overnight to wash my car clean. I also knew the bush reserve of Foxes Lair would have loved the rain. It looked fresh and the perfume of gum trees and rain … just delicious.
The banksia was in autumn colours of copper and gold. 
The delicate manna acacia leaves were perfectly frilled and framed by barbed wire.
The ringneck parrots were high in the gum trees and came down lower after they got used to my presence. This one was a juvenile. I loved the tail feather!
The parrots love gum nuts and I’ve gone used to the shower when I walk under them. It can rain gum nuts when there is a flock feasting. They do hurt when they hit the head!
They can be quite bold. This one took time to come closer after a period of peekaboo.
I watched how they picked up the gum nuts with their claw and ate it. This one did the same with tiny fragments it found. How intelligent they are!
A Shared Space 
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