If one were to venture into or visualise a shrubby area of the Australian Outback,
Then take a slowed deep breath whilst finding themselves a comfortable spot to stay awhile,
One may experience an abundance of enchanting things that most on a bush walk,
Would pass by with minimal notice due to their focus and walking style…
Such as the colourful wrens and finches whom flit through the bushes with grace,
Shade spectrum’s of violet thru blue ~ yellow, shades of brown and reds too,
Hopping from branch to twig near unnoticeable to the alternatively distracted eye,
Like fairies going about their day through the blue grey bushes where we’ve near not a clue.
For bright green parrots and budgies may be obvious as the fly by our heads,
And cockatoos in their colourful array are as easy to spot as the Major Mitchel and Galah,
Yet the likes of the bush doves and honeyeaters join the smaller kingfishers in being lesser seen by far.
As to experience the delight of seeing one of these more infinitesimal varieties of birdlife hidden away,
One need be mindful of the seraphic location and be quietly lackadaisical yet alert to their way,
For if one can venture beyond the illusion of these delightful beings being rare,
One may be in for an enchanting experience that can be mystifyingly magical to compare!
The Poetic Life 2.0 