Poem Category: All

Sheep lambing
crows whet their beaks
on the barbed-wire fence.

Farm drought
only the bore-water trough
to keep the sheep full.

Listen
the barn owl turning
to our embrace.

Parrot feather
plucked from the breeze
rain in my palm.

The sheep mob nibbles…
a mother dumps her new toy
and inspects it.

The Ibis are old men
moseying , meddling
in the mud bay shallows.

In a few tomato cartons
old books
untouched in the garage sale.

Moonlight
looking into the Gum tree
for the owl’s hoot.

Reaching the full moon
the nearly straight fence
of barbed wire.

Nylon dress
her hisses at lunch
reaching across the table.