My Favourite Place

I sit in my favourite place
When the salt water is low
I see sharp shiny oyster cities along the edge
Later when the moon is round and high
They disappear
Busy crabs scatter around
so scavengy and scared
I laugh and they hide
In and out of sand hole stars
I stop by the wattle trees
I press my face into the yellow
Soft buttery flower world
And breathe in a happy feeling
I run fast at night
Not far from my house
Past giant twisted native figs
moonlight makes shadow ripples on my hands
Screeching bats flap down
Like a ghost train ride
I scream too