vigilance (eternal)

I am seated –
quiet –
in the verandah shade

jut away –
a little –
from the beating sun

my reason
is
the ripening plums

already
three quarters
taken
or scattered as debris
on the ground

today
I am guardian
to a small harvest
tomorrow

~

the two oak trees
are lush
in leaves
and dense
in green

their shadows
conceal

wattle birds
and magpies

thrip-pickers
and blackbirds

cockatoos

they are –
nearly –
invisible

amazing the way
pure
and vivid
white
blends
into a kind of blue
and then
into darkness

into a dark heart

for they are there
in quantity

biding

waiting

intent
on plundering
the kernels
snugged within the golden fruit

~

every so often
a fly-by
to confirm if I
am still present

they are big birds
that look clumsy
in the air

in truth
they are acrobats
with potty-mouths

screeching crudities
every time
they fly

from time
to time
the oak trees
emit
a mewling
question

~

a test

a solitary
big bruiser
flaps
the small measure
of distance
from oak to plum

lands
with a crude drop
from height
onto a slender branch
on the outskirts
of the plum

its weight
bouncing bird and branch
somewhat raucously

while the sulphur-coloured
crest
is raised

as though
astonished
at an unkind response
to its aeronautics

if I don’t
shoo it away
they will descend
in numbers

five

eight

ten

fifteen

into the plum
to shred branches
and tear through
the still-firm flesh

~

eternal vigilance

~

a family friend –
a year or two
ago
this was –
had a lush
garden

proud
to the point
of being
an over-competitive
braggart

the first
the biggest
the sweetest
the most
tomatoes

broccoli

cabbage

peas and beans

he had
competitive
walnuts
as well
even when his
was the only tree
in town

tall and graceful
it stood

bountiful

it was
a surprise
when he cut it down
to
the ground

still
in its prime

when asked

why
would you
destroy
your pride
and joy

he would give
a single-word
answer

cockatoos

~

I have shoo-ed
away
another cockatoo

four times

they are present –
scheming their schemes –
just out of sight
in the oak trees

just away –
a little –
from the plum

I
am eternally
vigilant

~

23 thoughts on “vigilance (eternal)

  1. Gosh me! I had no idea that living out of the city was so hard. Beautiful word pictures Frank I feel at peace so should your readers.

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