Winter

Over the Rivulet Bridge

the sky was dotted with tree shaped clouds,

the wind was strong and like whooshing water.

It was like watery music flying across the air.

Then I heard a squeaky sound,

it was a platypus brown as mud.

I turned silent.

The platypus was fluffy as a pillow.

The platypus had some babies next to her.

They were so lovely like their mother.

I watch them as quietly as a tree.