Going Native

I spent the weekend surrounded by great looming native trees, listening to the intermittent warbling of the birds, punctuated by polite bursts of clapping. Sure, I was supposed to be working, but it was still nice every now and then to appreciate nature's beauty whilst trying to ignore the stumbling drunk sports enthusiasts' jeers and propositions.

Then, back in my native environment, a different type of birdsong, and a small offering of native flowers. Geraldton wax, my favourite! How they could have known beats me, but I sure was glad to eat my steak in the company of these perky little petals.

Thursday

Thursday finds me
dragging my feet
through the streets
of Malvern East

The birds tweet.

I can't conceive of
living a life
that smells like
freshly painted picket fences
and cut grass.

A dog barks

They have the luxury
of space and time
the well kept gardens tell me

And the rustle of stooped over
pensioners
making morning love
to the flowers

Add to this
suburban symphony.