Black Tailed Native Hens

 The black tailed native hens that you see today

Tomorrow may be many kilometres away

Since they are nomadic and in one spot never stay

Among the travellers of wetland birds of them one can say

Black bantam sized gallinules of human kind shy

At the sight of an approaching human they run to cover of small trees and bushes by lake or pond nearby

In grass cup nest in heavy cover by water the female bird lay

Five to seven green brown dotted eggs from sight well hidden away

They live on grass and insects they find on the ground

And they do migrate often and in large numbers abound

Just a quick shriek to utter is their only sound

And their black tails are always flicking as they walk around

They are not the sort of birds that one would capture to tame

And black tailed native hens for them seems an apt name.

In The One Of True Self Love

 In the one of true self love kindness and compassion abound

Like the ripples in a pond from those who have it in them it spreads around

Genuine love of self is a wonderful thing

And the praises of it do feel happy to sing

Those with genuine love of self  in them are strangers to fame

And there are many of them far too many to name

But they are a true asset to human kind

The beautiful people of beauty of mind

A better World for all to live in they help to create

But they are not the sort of people the majority celebrate

The love of self in them with others they share

And of the needs of those in need of helping they are aware

They never turn their backs on those of help in need

And every day they do sow Karma's good seed.

So Sad To Learn

 So sad to learn life of late on you has been tough

And due to the opinions of others you feel you are not good enough

Since you have become unemployed of late

On the company you worked for the banks has locked the gate

With a wife and young children to support and feed

Of a new job start you are badly of in need

Of the negative opinionated no longer a rare breed

To say the least you do pay far too much heed

Since it is not your fault that you are unemployed

As banks are closing finances on companies Worldwide

You are not the only unemployed person in the town

In financial difficulties and feeling mentally down

And worried about what the negative opinionated of them does say

To the opinions of their sort any heed why pay.

It Is All About Winning

 Many deemed to lose out though for self betterment they try

The poor of the World every year multiply

Worldwide the majority of the wealth is owned by the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

The hungry and homeless and the financially down

So many poor people in every town

And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose

For one to win big many do have to lose

Human life can be like a game of football

The losers are ignored and the winners take all

Of the admiration the praise and the fame

And the loser does become the forgotten name

It is all about winning in the Human World of today

But having that said it was always this way.

Brown Songlarks

 The females mostly brown with some white and the males mostly mottled brown

Songlarks often seen and heard even in paddocks close to a town

The male sings a metallic sounding song as upwards he does fly

Though he never ascends that far up in the sky

In cup shaped nest of grass in long grass the female bird lay

Three or four pink speckled eggs well hidden away

Migratory in habit many who know of them say

In any one place their lifetime they don't stay

Not the finest songsters of the lark family

Though them you will recognize again once them you hear or see

In large numbers brown songlarks do not abound

They mostly live on insects they find on the ground

Birds mostly of grassland and scattered tree countryside

They have a huge range almost Australia wide.

Spotted Neck Dove

 Doves introduced to eastern Australia from Asia seen in parks by many a town street

Beige head and unders brown mottled wings and pink feet

White spotted black band on neck and yellow eyes

Quite large for a dove but not pigeon size

Spotted neck dove for them an apt name

To be Nature's survivors one of their claims to fame

In flimsy flat nest of sticks on fork of tree

The female lay two white eggs from ground not hard to see

Like most doves and pigeons they eat grain, fruit, seeds and insects on the ground

In large numbers or large flocks they never abound

In south eastern parks and woods their long drawn out cooing one often hear

Especially in their breeding time in Spring and Summer of year

Introduced from Asia many Seasons ago

In Australia to stay it does seem so.

Dingos

 The oldest known dog breed of Australia their ancestry is very old

Many stories about dingos have been written and told

Hunting dogs of Australia legends around them have grown

The wild fawn dogs of  down under  much about them remains as unknown

In twenty first century Australia dingos lives are taken cheap

They are not popular with farmers since they kill their calves and their sheep

The only good dingo is a dead one you will hear some farmers say

One reason dingos are not plentiful in the Australia of today

It is said by scientists that all dingos are descended from one female in Western Australia many centuries ago

Who had survived a shipwreck perhaps this well may be so

Even professional hunters with years of hunting experience and renowned for their tracking skill

Will tell you dingos are elusive and clever and quite hard to shoot, trap or kill

The oldest known dog breed in Australia legends around them have grown

Yet despite years of research on dingos much about them remains to be known.