I give in!
The bloody thing keeps wrapping my lines.
Is there any way I can fix this?
josie
Printmaker wrote:
>
> BLISS
>
> A rainbow arc of hammock stretched between two trees
> obscures
> the lawn's flower carpet below. Gentle swaying. A mix of
> jasmine
> and freesia perfume. Filtered sun, grey clouds threatening,
> patches of blue.
> Distant waves crashing rhythm. Magpie warbles heralding the
> rainstorm looming.
>
> Temperature dropping. I may have to go inside soon. I can
> just see
> the yellow grevillea flowers over hammocks edge and a
> Rainbow Lorikeet
> upside down nectar feeding in clownish antics. The trees are
> hissing,
> the breeze stirs, the wind chime's clear tones are C maj
> tuned.
> There's much to-ing and fro-ing of birds.
>
> A kookaburra joins the magpie's song. Sky darkens. A butcher
> bird
> drops in and perches above me, garbed in soft greys, blacks
> and cremes;
> hopeful for meat scraps. I'm resting after walking the dog
> the beach's
> length. Sea eagles were fishing off Lion island again and
> the grey heron
> hanging out along millionaire's way.
>
> Rain starting to spot, I don't want to move. Floating on a
> ball of twine,
> gliding on my multicoloured wings. The currawongs have
> started now
> "its going to rain today". There's a lull. The breeze smells
> of rain
> on eucalyptus, recalls bush tea infused with smoke, misted
> valleys
> in early morning dew. I'm too lazy to go get a cuppa tea.
>
> Up high, the rain clouds travel on north, the patches of
> blue widen.
> Another lull. Its a quiet place to live with the birds. At
> night the Boobook
> mo-pokes the hours away. The bird chorus continues.
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