The Forest



Golden red the sunset at the end of a summer's day,
Bright silver the moon in the starlit night sky.
The owl sits in the highest tree,
scanning the ground for its prey.

With a silent rush of mighty wings,
The bird swoops -
and one life is exchanged for another.

Misty white the early dawn as the owl retires to sleep,
Soft grey her feathers, warming her restless young.
The lyrebird wakes from its nest below,
greeting the world with song.

With a final masterful flourish,
The bird waits -
and one call is answered by another.

Grey-green the eucalypts where the lyrebirds court and dance,
Light brown the splendid tail as the male displays his wares.
The currawong cries in its mournful voice,
while the kookaburra laughs at us all.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXXA XXB XXXX XXB XXXX
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 715
Words 132
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 3, 4, 3, 4

Inge Meldgaard

Born in Denmark in 1953, I migrated to Australia with my family in 1957. After spending my school years in Yallourn, I moved to Melbourne in 1970 to attend Monash University. Having graduated with a science degree in 1975, I worked in various fields, such as youth work, teaching, politics (with a special interest in the natural environment), social research, community development, and finally, information technology. I have also completed two graduate diplomas: one in sociology and the other in information technology, both at Swinburne University. Now retired, my last position was as an IT Manager at Monash University. Gardening, art, poetry and writing have also been life-long interests.I have recently published my first book, 'The Cicada', which is a crime/mystery novel, set in Australia, four hundred years into the future.Website: ingemeldgaard.daportfolio.com more…

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