michaelgriffith (michaelgriffith) wrote,
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michaelgriffith

Poem

Leaves like wet tongues
delicately lick the drops of
fresh rain
falling lightly from summer mist

Rainbow Lorrikeets,
green and blue and red
Wet wings dripping with colour glow
Flashing like knives through solid silver downpour
High pitched noisy screetch as a flock of five
thrash through the neighbourhood
Wheeling, whirling in their search for
Glowing red bottlebrush honey flowers.
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