Looking out the window of my bedroom

No longer at drab shades on the house next door

No longer at the old wooden fence needing repair

No longer at power lines and tall grey posts

Dead trees, hiding my view of the closest shopping centre.

Looking out my window Star is galloping like an adolescent

Communing with race horses in the paddock next door

but ever aware of mother grazing nearby.

Charlie with attitude, looks like a dot far away

Proudly proclaiming ownership of his world

Lifting his head from time to time 

As he prances through the tall grass

Barking bravely but comical with his short legs and long  body.

Looking out my window I see contented cattle

Brown, grey and black and white

Males fattening for sex

Grazing beneath shapely eucalypts lining the boundary.

And daffodils, announcing spring

Reprieve from morning frosts and icy fingers

As we sort weathered wood from green

In preparation for the afternoon fire.

Looking out my window galahs, ibis, cockatoos and parrots

Enjoy the freedom of the sky

And  peckings hidden from me in  horse paddocks

A blue wren tap tap taps on the window

mistaking my ceramic whistler for a female

then darts for safety into a thorny bush.

The rising sun sets animals backsides aglow

And manifests a variety of colours in tree trunks

its warm reflection enhances the golden yellow wattle

and reveals cobwebs i didn’t dream were there

and when it sets I look out my window

to marvel at lovely shapes and colours in the sky

that ushers in stars to take my breath away

and initiates praise for the creator of my universe

one who accompanies me in the dark of night

As a comforting pale round ball in the sky.