Poetry by Peter Mitchell
arpeggio the watery air, these morning-bell sounds
foundations for their territory.
are a highwire act. A male, female and two young scan
summer's map in the mid-afternoon haze.
are air-to-earth missiles. Shrieks
distress the air, a young currawong on the ground.
forage co-ordinates along the arc of dusk.
Their patterns sustain our Carolina Street patch.
gray-scale through the long nights. With morning,
they are black-on-white script, poems ...