Up along the ridge
Not quite on the beach
They soar
Over arguments about creation versus evolution
They nest
Where olives seed
Thrush infect
Creepers shoot
And I
the largest foot from Hobbiton
ponder the last Pacific Islanders to sight the dodo,
or a Tasmanian to see the tiger.
Shadows cross me.
They’re gone, as I look away.
Transients echo across the valley.
Dames 29/05/12
