
These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world

These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world
Living Poetry modified prompt words to suit the southern hemisphere – Autumn, Kookaburra, So
The laughing kookaburras
sitting on the blue gum
in the dark
at my backyard
calling forth the day early
so early
so eager
so loud
It’s only March
Autumn is barely here
The weather is still hot
I feel bothered
by their singing
over the green valley farm
They may wake up the farmer
who has long range
home made slingshots
There may be a chance
They will be silenced
Then there may be a chance
I’ll be late for work
If I no longer have them
to wake me at the wee hours
Bart sends out weekly prompts
hunting for prized written arts
Sometimes they return empty
right back in his wanting hand
At times they return a surprise
making his waiting heart sing