Its feathers brushed against the smooth-barked eucalypt trunk
Filling the thick, humid air with its delicate call
It flittered over
To where I kneel in the dry spinifex grass
Expanding its wings to display its true colours
Contrasting against the Kimberley dirt
Feathers painted with acrylics
Scarlet red, sunny yellow, sky blue, pale mauve.
A short visit
And when it escaped into the midday sky
My heart fluttered along with it.
The Gouldian finch.