
Nest on my garden
tiny egg nestled within—
mulch keeping it cool.

Nest on my garden
tiny egg nestled within—
mulch keeping it cool.

I watch the gums be,
embracing the cloudless sky,
owning their country.

A broken red rose
bleeds all over my front yard—
spring breeze pays homage.

Flying at sunset
I sleep amongst the heavens—
a pillow of clouds.