CLOWNS
OF THE BUSH
Two
Galah’s, my feathered friends,
Decided
there and then to make amends.
It
happened whilst I was riding by
Beneath
a glorious blue Australian sky.
Perched
on the bow of a huge dead tree,
As I
looked up they silently looked back at me.
Silhouetted in grey and pink,
Their
eyes shone bright, they didn’t blink.
I’d been
hired to daily ride,
Troublesome horses, through the countryside.
This day
I was riding Lillyput,
Humorously named for his seven foot.
I was
riding along a flat sandy trail,
Twix
salt pans and Spinifex, dead trees showed the way,
The salt
had risen through the ground,
And
killed all the trees that grew all around.
Lillyput
was champing on the bit,
His
jig-jogging was giving me a stitch
Therefore I was happy to stop a while,
And
watch the birds that made me smile.
Well the
two put on a show,
And put
to flight a nearby crow,
With
crests flung high and flapping wings,
To
entertain me they did all manner of things.
I
clapped my hands and laughed out loud.
Lillyput
instantly hit the ground.
He was a
horse that was prone to bolt,
I
steadied him, brought him to a halt.
On him
the humour had been lost,
As
haughtily he gave his head a toss,
When the
galah’s alighted on the nearest tree,
Obviously intent on watching me.
© Katarina Mariah Jellinek January 2005.
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