The sparrows blow off the tree like leaves

The currawong takes its sixteenth gulp from the bird bath

One keen yellow eye locked on me

As I peer through the living room window

The blue morning hue welcomes the world

My cats brush my leg as they purr, telling me hello

The misty morning fog rolls through the trees

I’d say the world is quiet out here

But that would be a lie

It is loud, bombastic with the sound of life

The sparrows chitter and chat, telling the world ‘Good morning’

The boisterous caws of cockatoos slash the air calling ‘We are alive today! What a glory’

At night the welcome swallows spill out of the gap in the roof like a clown car

Now the wind rustles the trees

It flows through this room

It’s cold around here

I love it

I’ve yet to face the winter

Summer’s been a ball

Only a week of learning

Hundreds more to come

The sun moves its yellow fingers through the shutters

Waving at me to wake up and see the world

The king parrots make their soothing whistle

Another call to action to face the day

I creep outside

My feet cool and wet on the dewy morning grass

A reminder of life

Feel it all

Soak it in