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Pink Reflected
 

Softly, softly,
tiny rivulets trickle
down the windscreen,
pitter-pattering on the roof,
occasionally orchestrating a 'plop'
as accumulated drops
from the overhanging gum tree
fall at random.

Concentric targets amass in
reflective pools,
ever widening as they form.

A grey-pink congregation of galahs
call noisily as they dip to drink,
rose reflecting on rippled surface.
From the tree a different call...
awkward young,
lacking colour and poise,
clamour and squawk
for parental offerings;
strident cacophony.

By cherryk

© 2009 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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