Poem Category: Australian

Old horse barn

smelling a sunbeam

around the stalls.

Waterlilies …

no canoe glides

only mayflies hide and seek.

The kangaroo’s stare

moon bright …

mine too looking back.

Before the tide

heron prints

along the bay’s black mud.

Neighbours not home …

all midnight hears of it

their black dog’s howl.

A garden shed noise

it was then I saw

the dead spider’s eyes.

Her call ends…
a half decent senryu
on my jotting pad.

Skeleton tree …

suddenly piercing

the crow’s caw.