it is dawn
the mist is thick to the ground.
I walk along the track thru the forest,
overnight the mist spiders have been very busy.
gossamer threads string between trees and shrubs and grasses
making zany loops and circles and webs,
catching sun beams making rainbows dance.
wallabies pause from scratching nibbling snoozing to lift their heads
turn an ear this way that
liquid dark eyes observe my amble
reserving the right to flee.
the dulcet tones of the magpies lift and soar
too early to chat with the turtles at the dam
too early for goanna or snake or skink
too late for wombat and possum and owl
good time for yellow robin and whip bird
for lewins honeyeater and black faced cuckoo shrike
for wee thornbill and superb blue wren,
so many friends to sing to
to admire and applaud.
such a rich sweet start to the day.