Bora born
Beeped _
Sun kissed yellow ignites his mind, winter born.
The sunny side of the shed shelters b'fast, with coffee.
He sits on a stool, the purple people eater of a tractor
doubles as a table
the metal air solarised warm.
Nature calls a short stroll away under
the carribean pines
a stones throw from his b'fast bubble of bliss.
Shoot! it's cold, no frost, just bloody cold
the steamy three meter leak an exercise in bladder control while it's still
too young to know the difference.
Or is he just in a hurry to get back to that stool ... and the coffee.
- O -
© may 2011 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
The sunny side of the shed shelters b'fast, with coffee.
He sits on a stool, the purple people eater of a tractor
doubles as a table
the metal air solarised warm.
Nature calls a short stroll away under
the carribean pines
a stones throw from his b'fast bubble of bliss.
Shoot! it's cold, no frost, just bloody cold
the steamy three meter leak an exercise in bladder control while it's still
too young to know the difference.
Or is he just in a hurry to get back to that stool ... and the coffee.
- O -
© may 2011 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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