Hobbling in the cold
I watch cockatoos chew through
knobbly old branches

Hobbling in the cold
I watch cockatoos chew through
knobbly old branches
the churning ocean -
oystercatchers examine
the eroded shore
Beautiful colours
Soften the impending doom
Of raking up leaves
āļø + šø by Jarrad
Dawn lights the lake
Boats float with reflections
Of autumn balloons
Chilly evening
Birdsong lullaby
The sun falls asleep
Tiny yellow leaves
Flutter inevitably
No wait! They're weebills!
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Iām a weebill I'm
a weebill I'm a weebill
Squeaks the proud weebill