There is a moment

There is a moment

When playfulness dies,

The circling of a Magpie

The whistle as it swoops

Ragging bobbed heads

Wrapped up in daydreams

Old crows vying for the best spots

Demand to be heard

Expect to be feared

Parrots form battle lines

The sun peeps out from behind

Restless clouds

Uncertain of its role

As it blinks

The sky tilts into shadow

Rain bleaches through

Inadequate clothing

Shower-proof fashion wear

Is no protection

In monsoon weather

Hoodies are good

At water storage

Leave them hanging

They are three days wet

Nothing remains sharply drawn

Colours drain away

As up is down

Sea sinks and sky rises unto heaven

Nothing is as it was

Rainbows arc into the gloaming

With an explosion of fear

At the irony of naturalism

The air sizzles with static

There is no mood music

Earthwatch is an original score

Nothing happens to generate

A beginning

Simply a moment

Of absurd recognition

Reluctant acceptance

When playfulness turns,

From temperate disposition

Into menace.