They have a ball here,
the rainbow lorikeets, the pink galah, the dove.
Along and up and down
the ridge line of this hill
like an airway
a real high-way upon which they fly;
the joyful chattering squawks and squits
of sheer intent,
quickly to the next excitement:
a blossom, a floral, a pod
And then again to
to go together
to make this urgent
to make it all such essential fun.