'...on a wire.'
A coldish morning as Dog and I leave the house. The backs of my legs ache. By the time we reach the gravel track, the ache has gone. Breathing in air that clears my head. A blustery wind tangles tree branches and Dog prances along the track ahead of me. Magpies warble and cockatoos screech. Eucalyptus blossoms bedeck the ground. Cockatoos snip them from the tallest trees and as we walk the frail creamy flowers flutter through the air.
A lone pigeon strutting along a power line seems to be running from the moon.