Tag: wildlife

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment of Aligning Polarities Amidst a Heatwave

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When temperatures average well above 40 right through most of the day,
Finding ways to survive can be a challenge on its own let alone keeping cool,
Thus when cooling elements are found differences can be at times ignored,
Irrespective it be a river/sprinkler/air conditioning or lounging by a pool…

For ’tis true not just for people when roads start becoming a sticky mess as they melt,
But for those seeking a cooler moment in the ever interesting animal kingdom too,
As in times like these ’tis nothing for birds to bring their babies to rest in the sprinklers mist with the cat,
Cautiously trusting they’re safe though seemingly knowing if they give him his space it’ll hold true.

Or a flock of magpies to join the bush doves and younger kangaroos in a damper spot,
Where water has sat after rain or from sprinklers in the heat of the morn before,
As aligning polarities amidst a heatwave means so many more can continue to survive,
Even if it means kingfishers and magpies taking turns so all get their cooler times galore!

For keeping cool amidst a heat wave in the outback ’tis near an art,
And in its mastering one can make all the difference to all whom thrive,
Whilst as humans we can only observe and support the ways the wildlife seraphically align,
Their polar lifestyles perspectives in a way that allows all cooling moments within their stride!
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Off Upon a Bushwalk!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Boots on ‘n’ out the door,
For ‘tis winter outback once more!
The safest season to head into the Aussie bush,
To go camping, play and explore!

Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised,
Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes,
For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance,
Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…

Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon,
One can revel in wonders to be found all around,
From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air,
To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.

There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree,
Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze,
Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower,
The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;

Then comes the element of discovering that which came before,
With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore,
Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore,
For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Dawn upon the Outback day.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the sun’s light seeps into the outback,
The bushland’s as still as can be,
For the nocturnal creatures have gone to bed,
And the daytime array are just now waking to see…

Thus there’s a stillness in the dawn time,
Where only those from dusk chirp and whir,
For even the earliest bird’s still in their nest,
Though Morning activities are starting to stir…

As a ray of sunshine finally finds its way,
As does the first birds sweet chirpy song,
Animals awaken with the warming light,
With this day anew yet to have a wrong.

Soon starts the chorus of magpie’s warble,
Unmistakable amongst the melodious array of a birdlife orchestra,
Whilst emu’s bass is only heard by those nearby,
And cockatoo’s shriek ‘tis much like a rookie fiddlers beta.

Before too long the dawn blends into morning, 
The birdlife settles into their day’s mundane,
The dew drops dried and reptiles warmed,
The sunkissed outback life ‘tis one uniquely within its own seraphic lane.
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the storms roll on in.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
The Blue sky greys above the tree tops,
Shades off black and daunting,
The pre-rain aroma ‘tis yet to fill the air,
With Gidgee’s wreak ever so revolting.

The box trees leaves soon change their hue,
To a green contrasting boldly the darkness of the sky,
Stillness when paired with warmer humidity,
Join Mother Nature’s warning a storm is nigh.

Creatures of all kinds seek their favourite spots,
With a style near of electrifying grace and haste,
‘Till thunder starts to grumble through the air,
All knowing there’s soon a storm to face.

Though a summer storm brings welcomed rain,
They’re polar contrasts to winter’s style so peaceful,
They possess effects challenging enough to be a pain,
Including chain lightning, flooding and destruction creating situations for all eventful.

For when hail and droplets heavy hide the bushland that surrounds,
One knows there’ll be nothing but mud for days upon the ground,
Yet once it does dry the outback blooms now with replenishment abounds,
Attracting birdlife and creatures moved along from where ‘tis still dry,
Thus filling fresh rinsed air with all their grateful sweet sounds!



Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the Kingfisher’s come to call.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the butterfly’s flutter amongst the flowers,
Upon a cool late summer morn,
A Kingfisher or three come to visit our garden,
Bringing many to their window to fawn.

For these quiet pocket sized hunters,
Are quite a sight to behold,
For though they could hide in a coffee cup,
They perch in clear sight bright and bold.

With sapphire plumage highlighted with yellow,
A white collar and breast to match,
A clear shot of one with a good camera,
‘Tis something of a rather rare catch.

For they tend to be always diligent,
Ready to be come and gone in a moment,
Not wary but mindful of the cat,
For they don’t find him a worthy opponent.

Though ‘tis their spear like beak and speed,
That they deem to be their prized assets great,
Despite their unmissable characteristics,
They rarely slip to fate. 

For when the Kingfisher’s come to call,
‘Tis a delight to one and all,
Unless you happen to be their prey,
They tend to leave one in a happier day.

Posted in Bush poetry, Info Poem, Nature, Poetry

Living in the Aussie Outback…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Red sand, 4 wheel drives, goanna’s on the run,
Life in the Australian bush is known for being fun!
Big Red Kangaroos, and emus running by,
While a mighty wedge tail eagle soars up in the clear blue sky!

Whilst for the most life in the bush is sweet to say the least,
Unless it happens to be midsummer… post rain… and the mozzies start to feast.
Thus there’s a very valid reason the tourists tend to come round June,
Summer can be down right dangerous despite natures sweet tune.

For when the rain deluges in horizontal, blowing everything askew,
And goanna’s decide to accompany you when you happen to use the loo,
Whilst venomous snakes move into the garden as if invited right on cue,
And you can’t venture through a doorway without checking for;
 An abundance of creatures that could be lurking to fall on you…
Not to mention the array of spiders which after all that don’t seem so bad,
And the flies that when mixed with heat and dust are near enough to send one mad.

Though if perchance you can handle enduring all of that,
The great Australian outback can be a blast (just don’t forget a solid hat).
With many an adventure awaiting all whom dare,
And for those of us that live out here that’s everyday with flare,
For the vast Aussie bushland is abundant with ever changing beauty and grace,
One just need remember to stay diligently mindful or she’ll fast put you in your place.