Crimson sun is dissolving
into shapes of pink:
Coral, rose and strawberry,
as I sit alone on the back balcony
waiting for the moon to raise its face
above the bay which lies like a mirror.
Crimson sun is dissolving
into shapes of pink:
Coral, rose and strawberry.

Curlews’ screeches curse skywards
chasing away all invaders
from hastily built nests,
as grey miners sit alone on the railing
of my back balcony, waiting for the chance
when parents are away from their defenceless eggs.
Curlews screeches curse skywards
chasing away all invaders
from hastily built nests.

Southern boobook owls call,
proclaiming darkness has arrived,
the moon hidden by clouds,
as mosquitoes raid in swarms on my balcony,
buzzing, waiting for the moment that my arms
become their target. So I retreat inside while
southern boobook owls call,
proclaiming darkness has arrived,
the moon hidden by clouds.

                                 13 June 2024