Again

Way up high on A neighbour’s Antennae they sit, Side by side. The pair of them: At it again. Heads thrown back, Throats vibrating. In unison, they Sing their hearty Song of joy ‘til in Unison they stop. Gazing up at them Viewing the urban Scene below, I Wonder their thoughts. Side by side, kookaburras…

The Gossipers

Every Tuesday morning they gather. Fine weather and they sit around one of the round, wooden tables just outside their favourite café. If inclement, or if a chill winter wind blows, they head indoors into the café. Willing hands help to rearrange a table and chairs while some sit on the long bench seat which…