Traffic Overhead

Planes and helicopters chatter
sporadically across the sky
all day in criss cross traffic
while our earthbound traffic
flows on below in our
daily business.

Booming helicopter rotors circle
our hospital roof along the road
ferrying in the sick and injured
from busy roads and farmlands
urgently rushing some to the
regional hospital down the coast.

Thrumming engines draw my eyes
up to planes soaring into the
clouds, to planes dipping slowly
in little steps down to the airport.

So much action up in the sky
in which I once joined, visiting
other regions, other countries.
Now I stay home recalling my
travels over the years, so much
organisation, time in airports.

How did I do it ? My
next mode of  travel will be
on Scotty’s transporter…….
…….Beam me up Scotty !

Traffic Overhead

A Night Out

The black and white cat
had a rip in one ear when
he arrived for breakfast this
morning jumping down from
the back fence after a night
out, seemingly unconcerned
and intent on his meal.

During daytime he relaxes
in sunny patches on spare
bed and couches, or curled
up on a dining chair closely
watching his bowl in the laundry
with a clear view through the
kitchen as Mum cooks dinner.

He used to have a paws up
break in Dad’s office at nights
until he set off the burglar
alarm at 2 am giving Mum and
Dad a nasty fright until they saw
him emerge from his cat
door there – now that feline
access is locked at nights.

So after dark he crosses
the lawn, climbs the back
fence to meet neighbourhood
felines. Let’s hope they are not
rough and ready tonight.

A Night Out

Picnic In The Park

This morning’s post seems to have sunk out of sight, so I am posting it again.

lifecameos

Under tall spreading trees
Dad places bags to one side
spreads out two rugs. Mum
puts baby brother down with
relief. Turning one in ten days’
time, he’s a strapping lad.

Round the edges of the rugs
his grandparents and great aunts
seat themselves while his older
sisters cross the path, jump into
the broad shallow pool with all
the other lively children.

Meanwhile baby brother who
cried to Mum he was hungry
all the way from the car is
fed well then given a rusk.

Now he gnaws at his rusk
and sighs, watches the girls,
wishes he could join them yelling,
running, splashing, playing with
Dad in the pool’s excitement.

At home he rolls from his back
to his front to his back, then
right across the living room floor.

Now he drops his rusk, rolls off
his bottom on to his knees,
steadies himself leaning forward
on…

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Picnic In The Park

Picnic In The Park

Under tall spreading trees
Dad places bags to one side
spreads out two rugs. Mum
puts baby brother down with
relief. Turning one in ten days’
time, he’s a strapping lad.

Round the edges of the rugs
his grandparents and great aunts
seat themselves while his older
sisters cross the path, jump into
the broad shallow pool with all
the other lively children.

Meanwhile baby brother who
cried to Mum he was hungry
all the way from the car is
fed well then given a rusk.

Now he gnaws at his rusk
and sighs, watches the girls,
wishes he could join them yelling,
running, splashing, playing with
Dad in the pool’s excitement.

At home he rolls from his back
to his front to his back, then
right across the living room floor.

Now he drops his rusk, rolls off
his bottom on to his knees,
steadies himself leaning forward
on his hands, rocks to and fro
to cheers from his family.

“Won’t be long now !  He’ll soon
be moving along at top speed !”

Picnic In The Park