The Rainbow Lorikeets
In lime green coats and ruby vests
They are a pigeon pair.
He bobs along and sings his song,
He flaps his wings with flair.
She sits upon a gum tree branch,
She’s waiting just to see
If Mr there is worth her care,
His hugs so feathery.
On nectar, blooms and fruits they feed,
On seeds and insects, too.
They populate our wooded coasts,
Their faces bold and blue.
They build their nests in Eucalypts,
From hollowed trunks they peep.
Both parents share the task at hand,
So precious eggs may sleep.
Their rainbow colours feed my soul,
Gelato in bright bowl.
The perfumed breeze, the lilt of trees,
My cares they do console.