Glass

[We often have kookaburras trying to fly through closed windows]

Glass is solid this I know
but the poor kookaburra ... he don't know
He thinks that because he can't see it
... that he can fly through it!
.... and WACK ..... he finds that he can't.

It's a frequent mishap in our house ...
... we jump up in great alarm
It's just the kooka ... we can relax
while Mr Kooka ... he tries again
to fly straight through the glass

He sees the fly on the other side
and attacks! ... only to meet the solid glass
I wonder what he thinks each time
as he is stopped by apparent nothing?
"Why?" says he ..... as he tries and tries
He knows what should be .... so he tries again

The true owners of this land

butt their head against the transparent barrier

of our unthinking indifference ....

Can you feel what they must feel?

This land is part of them .... and once was theirs

to roam and breathe.

Now we deny them dignity in life

with the glass that keeps them from their past.

Lets accept that the land once was theirs ....

...and it was taken from them!

Lets make the treaty that should have been

so we all can love this land together.

© Ian Croft February 2019