I love to sit by Rosella Highway

When a crimson flash drives my way

A dip, a rise, a lateral meander

Arcing right to pass our verandah

Cutting the corner, just by my head

Blurred red into blue the colours bled

A wind that brushes across my cheek

As the rushing parrots charge by to seek

Fields of grain, seed and fruit

Forests of buds and flowers to loot

Friends and family travel in flocks

Adults school juveniles in hard knocks

That clearly dictate the pecking order

While traversing landscapes without border

Their 3D byways criss cross the land

Enhanced and encumbered by rise of man

They flit up to perch on the highest limb

They dive deep to drop to waters brim

I watch with envy this life of pleasure

By which I set my life to measure

Views of the world I’ll never see

From high above and in canopy

Agile aerialist sky bourne of air

Fortunate bird without a care