Bora born
Freefall _
As the false dawn moves
through the bush it soothes
greeting all, with the rustle of leaves.
Life's breath wakes the day shift
and sings the night to sleep,
in rhythm, the cycle complete.
For a feathered one
on high in an old gum tree
the time has now come.
Elements concur in the cool air
the breeze gathers, then gently rocks
this life given up, attention of mind now drawn.
The ALL to hear the last heart beat
caught on the breath
of the freshening breeze.
Muscles relax, grip loosens,
the tiny spirit releases, as mind watches
the flutter with no sound
another life complete
in freefall, to the ground.
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© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Freefall _
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