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
