
It’s too hot to move,
summertime in the tropics—
dozing cat tells all.

It’s too hot to move,
summertime in the tropics—
dozing cat tells all.

Startled at first sight
wide-eyed with piqued interest,
wilderness meets life.

Wrapped up quite tightly,
flower bud clings to future—
as a baby’s palm.

Four o’clock sunrises:
fogging up my camera,
Brisbane humid air.