Sunshine filters,
like splashing coffee,
through canopy leaves
onto mossy floor.
Walk we bound hands,
light steps,
over insect cities
and invertebrate countries.

Lourie of purple-crested cowardice
echoes above our heads:
“gwa- gwa- gwa- gwala”
while hide ‘n’ seeking.

Zoothera guttata pokes in litter
searching for recycling.

Red dumpling duiker twitches:
darting — freezing,
darting — freezing.

Breathe we deeply
of rich, earthy air,
chasing gaudy commodores
through ancient ficus.






Day Twelve:  Laid-Back Challenge
Describe in great detail your favourite room, place, meal, day, or person. You can do this in paragraph form.
Now cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives.
Cut the lines where you see fit and, VOILA! A poem!

Note:  We are extremely blessed to have a forest in the heart of our town.  It is the home of Zoothera guttata, otherwise known as the Spotted Ground Thrush, the Purple-crested Lourie (now known as the purple-crested Turaco,  [Gallirex porphyreolophus])  and red forest duikers  (petite African antelopes), as well as hundreds of other species of birds, insects and trees.