Trust is to be won, it seems
The arrival of the dog in the dam
Doesn't disturb the resident wild ducks
Whilst I have only to show myself
For a flurry flight to follow
Even the Choughs search higher limbs to perch
What have we done ?
The muddy murky waters stay placid
Simply content to ripple under the breeze
Reflecting the seeded clouded blue sky
With swaying shady gumtrees
Showing a distorted upside-down image
How illusory is reality? Truths or lies,
Which are more comfortable?
Such is our world,
Twisted, corrupted, dying
We've gone above and beyond
For in killing trust and love
We're killing ourselves.
Stop ! Kookaburra,
Stop laughing at me!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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