Cape Robin.

Intensely busy, little legs running, bobbing, pecking at the ground, flits off with a flap of wings, chirps, and is back; little dark eyes darting looking at me, bobbing, he stops, shows his orange brest, looks, pecks, is off into the tree calling to all there. Advertisements

Butterfly dreams.

Thoughts floating on the colours of the butterflies wings, rapidly climb and fall, obeying no consistency, reaching towards new necter falling towards sleep, as I struggle with the colours of my imagination, slowly landing on a dream of hapiness for all to share.

Stepping into thought.

Walking a crooked mile with my own thoughts, step by step, arms pumping, looking up at the sky creasing into runs of orange and red, the air beginning to bight, thinking about the grandeur of the mountains slipping into dark shapes, hearing the birds singing towards the new day I just carry on thinking of…

A better world for all.

I sang a bittersweet song, it was simple; I struggled with the intensity, for we had to help each other, understand each other, love our world, I sang it over and tried to get the crowd to join in, they too found it to intense and wandered off to hear the news of all the…

…and if words…

If words came pouring out of the dark abyss of night, covering blank spaces, riding emotions, ripping through the darkness of yet more bloodshed, misunderstandings, bombs and shootings, of school children in dread, of citizens in peril of animals drugged into submission waiting for their last days; the world whimpering on crutches caught in its…

Martial Eagle.

Circles within circles in the cool autumn air, the Martial Eagle hovers wing ends flicking turning, turning looking down on build up land below the mountains edge calling out in pain its sweet song, as the land it hunted now under concrete, has no sustaining life to feed its nestlings in a crevice high above…