Urban Life

Mother and son, playing in the front yard,

A voice as persistent and demanding as the noisy miners from the fence, "Excuse me, we need to talk..." 

"Your leaves are ruining my driveway," it complains, "I paid for this concrete..." 

Mother and son fade like a mirage to the serenity of the backyard

as the buzz of the whipper snipper starts.

Under the huge spread of the fig, another war wages,

"Watch out below !" comes the squawk from the yellow-crested fellow

dropping an endless barrage of roughly hewn branches.

Two dragons battle by our feet, as vicious as their predecessors

fighting for dominance in this leafy retreat.

We cheer earnestly as our nine-year-old king retains his crown for yet another season

Oblivious to all the fuss, the bush turkey struts past on his yard cleaning mission.