deep sounds of didge
setting out the tone
outside strong wind
moving through tall trees

magpies playing in
a water fountain
black and white coat
ruffling their feathers

thin feet bathed
in the cool wet liquid
droplets of rain expected
any day soon hopefully

it has been hot and dry winter
not much left of the grass
but for a few brown patches
ducks decimating the parsley

what is left of it
only the stalks
nature has her own
timing

recording of the above poem read by the author