encased in water
however fine it may be
i sleep like a babe

sunday afternoon
cool breeze pokes its head in
same time every day

customer service
as i bend over backward
picking up the treat

autumn
the crows morning
call has a chilly
quivery sound

half sharp silver moon
smug in its royal blue sky
canberras evening light

who would have thought it
the grumpy great patrick white
recording angel

off in the distance
on a cool sunday morning
a crow sounds cranky