Lorikeets are chattering in my golden tree

Scattering the opposition

Diving dizzily into cups of nectar

Performing feats of acrobatic brilliance

On dangerous swaying branches.

Just as sudden as they come they go

With a flash of coloured wings

And raucous cries

To find another fragrant host.

Honeyeaters take possession

Their perfect camouflage

Swallowed up in Nature’s

Own sublime concealment.