For Aves.
Eagle skims low over ebbing tide.
Folkboats leans in mangrove mud.
Angophora swallows her path; we wait—
there, white belly, vast wings,
thermal lift to Hawkesbury mist.
I suspect that songbirds will sing together more harmoniously than even the starlings dancing in winter’s breeze.
Eagle skims low over ebbing tide.
Folkboats leans in mangrove mud.
Angophora swallows her path; we wait—
there, white belly, vast wings,
thermal lift to Hawkesbury mist.
I suspect that songbirds will sing together more harmoniously than even the starlings dancing in winter’s breeze.