betwix and between
capturing the warming sun
a new world below

dry season mornings
crumpets and vegemite toasts
breakfast table set

smokey dusty nights
the orange glow slinks away
fire flies arise

missing the bird calls
still smelling sweet straw like grass
heavy with the dew

dusty nostrils flare
the bush fires wispy smoke
skin dry and itchy

tourists pass us by
drying knickers on their cars
top end days no shame

on dry season nights
stars twinkle cheeky and bright
blanket with me now

on dry season mornings
the bats and roosters
announce first light clearly

the dry season nights
you can hear ants footsteps
near the sleeping dog