I sit drowsy under the deep, wide verandah of a towering grevillea robusta
Cool in the late shade on a hot dry day
High above, in an ocean blue sky, three crows chase a wedge tailed eagle
Twisting, strafing, shouting
Parrots gossip, propel and dart, propel and dart
Small rockets through the trees
Black cockies bliss out on bardi grubs, clawed from a dead jarrah
Shredded bark like scales beneath
Midges gather in lazy fogs, wafting in the gentle swells of air
Some trapped in the sweat and hair on my arms
Everywhere whistles, trills, caws, shrieks, tweets, screeches, warbles
Raucous wild alive
And now a rumble growing. A growling anger crawling up the valley. Unstoppable. Inevitable. Insatiable.
Louder as it climbs, erupting, gouging, sheering. A fat, black greasy snake. Leather clad and helmeted.
All throttles open, screaming. Venomous exhaust. A coiled stench. Man. Machine. Malevolent.
Then gone. Fumes clear. Ephemeral humans dimming, dying in the distance.
A small red chested bird chitters piercing and defiant
A world renewed relieved
Riotous abundant life returns
To the hot dry day