Bora born
Foxy _
The central swamp's historical vote impacts
favours on the fair face of cairns town.
The council's light bulb moment showed rare insight
a shot gun solution with bullets to fright
colonies of foxes about to bed down.
Three weekends it took on sunday mornings in
the 80's when nude nut davis ran the show.
Think foxes on wings flying through the air with
nowhere to land their roosts in despair
sounds from those wretched guns left nowhere to go.
Inner city house where the council still lived
set the karmic scene for what was to follow.
Giant heritage trees surround the old place
just right for the taking a wonderful space
so off they flew to their new sleepy hollow.
A solution of sorts the cairns post would say
paper barks in the swamp at last protected.
The joke was on them if you had a half brain
raucous noise, rancid smells stained down in the rain
on a council so duped not so respected.
For decades they've tried, cluttered fate, greenies in
droves take the bait, foxes breed new intentions.
The colonies pulsate as sawyers move in
the council ruminates the smell and the din
Abbott street trees in need of new protection.
Restaurant owners think of the stink, with
those fruit bats so determined to live close by.
There is a solution for council to nudge
greenies as ever just simply won't budge and
fruit bats wish thempla pigs would fly in the sky.
- O -
© 24th nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
favours on the fair face of cairns town.
The council's light bulb moment showed rare insight
a shot gun solution with bullets to fright
colonies of foxes about to bed down.
Three weekends it took on sunday mornings in
the 80's when nude nut davis ran the show.
Think foxes on wings flying through the air with
nowhere to land their roosts in despair
sounds from those wretched guns left nowhere to go.
Inner city house where the council still lived
set the karmic scene for what was to follow.
Giant heritage trees surround the old place
just right for the taking a wonderful space
so off they flew to their new sleepy hollow.
A solution of sorts the cairns post would say
paper barks in the swamp at last protected.
The joke was on them if you had a half brain
raucous noise, rancid smells stained down in the rain
on a council so duped not so respected.
For decades they've tried, cluttered fate, greenies in
droves take the bait, foxes breed new intentions.
The colonies pulsate as sawyers move in
the council ruminates the smell and the din
Abbott street trees in need of new protection.
Restaurant owners think of the stink, with
those fruit bats so determined to live close by.
There is a solution for council to nudge
greenies as ever just simply won't budge and
fruit bats wish thempla pigs would fly in the sky.
- O -
© 24th nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
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