Friday, April 6, 2012


Day 3 – an apology or not

I’m sorry but you’re not welcome
you in your black shiny suit
strutting and scratching
as if you own this country.

Interloper, of complicated yet
pleasant song, alarmist
clucking at cats, I fall for it -
until you throw mulch across

my pebbled paths, leave it
for someone -me- to restore.
I prefer rosellas and wrens
the dashing honeyeater -

vibrant colours, tree-top high
fliers, telling me stories.
You bustle about, making a mess.
I’ve had enough: bye bye


1 comment:

  1. Loved it already, and the witty ending was the icing on the cake.