Just add sugar

just add sugar


Just Add Sugar .

Zippy balls of feathers hang delicate like a drip …. suckling flower centres from one to the next and the next ….. to the frog’s jig and chooks winding up down in the pen …. just beyond the close snap of beaks and the hum of blurring wings that stir shoulders to duck then stretch back to a tussle in the bushes …. on and up to trace colours bright against a cotton wool sky … fury, blurry bush critters hide then peek …. and honks from behind have you delightfully surrounded ….

Footnote:  Picture of bedroom window sill.  Story written on verandah of Ruth’s farm, July 2010.  Find in ‘Clunk & Jam’ book).