A young butcher bird on the roof, squawking a demand for
food.
A flock of rainbow lorikeets, screeching their delight at
the flowering mistletoe high up on the Silk tree.
A train, speeding up after rounding the bend
at the end of our street.
Bertie purring; he knows I'm awake.
A car door closing; our neighbour heading off to work.
Time to get up.
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