The Bush Curlew
Standing midst the shadows, mostly out of sight,
I can feel your presence near me and I wonder how you know,
That my heart is crying also as the sad notes come and go.
Are you looking for a soulmate to share your busy life?
Just some other creature free from worries, stress and strife,
Does the moonlight stir your sadness and evoke a somber wail.
A cry that might be answered from further down the trail?
Your speckled feathered plumage and your lengthy curving bill,
Make you hard to notice when you’re quiet and standing still.
It takes a while to see you – we try not to give you fright.
We know you’re out there somewhere when we hear you in the night.
You really are a shy one – you blend among the trees,
Your piercing eye is watchful as it moves around and sees
That all is safe, but if we should intrude upon your space,
You will pause, be very wary, and leave without a trace.
You are part of our vast landscape, Aussie to the core,
Your habitat is threatened as we clear land more and more.
You make me feel protective of what you represent,
Your call is from the bushland and all that it has meant.
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