Owl hunkers down
in the hollow of her dry bone
high in sunshine.
Rain’s in the air,
and from the canopy, she hears
cat birds seeking for each other,
“where are you-oo, where are you-oo?”.
The whip birds spread
rumours of rain with their coo-ee
Deep in the folds
look to the sky;
find the air smells of rain. Down low,
tiny calls of bellbirds and wrens,
disappearing, finding shelter.
rain in the tree tops makes music.
it streams; it strikes.
The owl is hunkered down up high,
above nature’s green orchestra.
The rainforest, the lullaby,
intensify the peace.