Our roles are reversed:
chicken glares at me, hungry,
for I feed her tribe.
Tag: poetry
Alive

Blues, pinks, oranges—
summertime sunset colours,
living canvas, sky.
Wait

All senses heightened,
staring down a corridor—
child awaits her mum.
Dozing

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

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