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Enjoyed that Max esp 'Is there anything in the fridge?' That feeling !!!will give to my Oz partner thanks -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Max Richards Sent: 21 February 2007 02:47 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: snap: Crops Crops February's the month when heat-waves settle in for days relieved by passing storms. These moisten some lucky acres then vanish leaving clammy mornings and irritable noons. Just now we watched above the lake our lone pelican circle harassed by eighty or so white cockatoos. The big bird lets down long sinewy paddles to settle near the island where fish lunch unaware of that beak. The loud cockies, querulous as if blaming the heat on the pelican, veer away and throng a hillside already in shade, pecking the stubble for hors d'oeuvres. Can February fatten any of us? Berries on these straggly bushes are reddening pleasingly but no-one's nibbling. Before our very eyes rainbow lorikeets raped the unripe crabapples on our tiny front patch. The two oak trees have shed leafy twigs and acorns. Whichever birds these suit is OK by me. I pocket just two acorns, and two baby pine-cones, for the dish on the cool hall-stand beside the feather collection. Is there anything in the fridge? I take my time looking, letting the draught flow round me, resting my hand first on the bottles' chill, then on the bowl with leftover apple puree - yes - last of our haul from Harcourt, apple capital of Victoria, with ice cream from the freezer. The pelican in my mind's eye is cropping one fish after another. Wednesday 21 February 2007 Max Richards Doncaster, Victoria ------------------------------------------------------------ This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au