The grass is green upon the land, my lawn is clothed in blossoms,
The gum trees dotted on hill and flat are home to crafty possums,
It’s Autumn, lawns and trees and shrubs still fresh, invigorated,
For plants like bees and ants and birds pursue romance elated.

A possum sits near my back fence his loins are agitated,
A female lives not far from here she’s willing to be mated,
Alas! for him she’s made a rule he must agree politely,
Requited love now costs the sum of four gum nuts precisely.

The possum knows that’s just not fair, his … Read the rest

I’m sitting here on a log next to a waterhole, chewing on an old biro I found when I was out walking in the Bush.  I always give “Bush” a capital letter because that’s what the Australian outback really is – just miles and miles of dry, rather limp looking, scrub.  At least until the rains come and then birds and freshwater frogs drown out the usual cries of the crickets and the crows.  It rained heavily last week and the creek ran a banker for a while.  But now the water has mostly soaked into the dry earth and … Read the rest