The birds’ spring songs sound fresh

Like together they’re making a symphony

I can’t see them though

So I don’t know who’s making all the different bell sounds

Now THAT bird! I recognize by its call

A rosella somewhere

The birds & I had become close

I’d presented my place as a refuge for them

Now 2 assaults

First my estate agent required I weed the spontaneous plants that the winds had brought that the birds loved so much

Then recently a housemate’s cat moved in

Why do people get cats in the country?

I guess they do keep away the rats & mice

But I’m a bird man

Hopefully now that the cat’s fucked off

The finches & the wrens will come back

As I say

I had thought of my home as a safe house for birds & ancestor spirits

In a world where they’re threatened by ‘progress’

& the crow Waa the feminine moiety arrived

& no bird minded my bi-monthly dog

I’ll just have to wait patiently for all the birds

Some have come back

Hopefully the damage isn’t permanent

& trust lost

As I say love is synonymous with patience

Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words