Lantern-wick, a road lit by moon
winds home, The Dingo Trap.
Screech owl shrieks night long.
When morning wakes, the sky ignites,
he has gone.

In the valley, clematis-screened,
red-beaked finches chatter-chitter
feeding in the bracken.
Bellied-brown platypus slips
splash-free into a stream.

Cockatoos thrive on blackbutt blooms
and sun through trees forms celluloid;
Cicadas jiving creak
staccato, pizzicato,
eking out twelve day lives.

On sandstone browns and faded pinks
eroded by the ages
frill-necked lizard lazes,
prehistoric

Nothing impinges on these hours.