Dam
Nut weed flowers,
tenderly lilac-lovely and sprig-starred.
Chook-favoured, they are tweezered out
by eager beaks
small honeyed, snack-sized treats -
nature's takeaway gleaned from spike-bladed grasses.
Dam bank is wisely sentried.
The vigilant drake barrage-balloons up,
white tail feathers warning all worried,
new generation protectors -
suspect entity approaching fast.
He draws fire, heroically low-streaks across
Glycol*-rainwater, almost oil-slick heavy,
suspended with fine debris
from the adjoining catchment paddocks.
Silty nutrient comprising khaki-clover cow-projectiles
prompted by too much rain-tickled-rich feed
turning the dam to muddy green tea.
I leisurely crest
the Uffington Horse-like hillock,
stop, suck back breath
for the sun makes sharded-confetti-scatterings
of the up-beaked fluctuating
semi-masticated, Ghost Buster-glowing, reedy lumps
weirdly set adrift by scavenging swans.
Black swans,
indigenous-dark with bloodily lipsticked beaks -
a comment on un-histrionic bleeding.
They yodelo,
knowing
I have suspiciously materialised
a ghost wearing unnatural fluoro-pink.
*Technical term for anti-freeze, can be green or red, in this case an oily green.
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