Saturday, 26 July 2014

Cockroaches are Free.

The day before yesterday, I allowed a cat to allow me to stroke it; it was sleek, proud, black, white, pacific eyed and finely balanced. 
 Yesterday I saw my first Sydney rat: it wore a luminous sheen on its neat coat: backlit by a bright alley with a view, ( Houses strolling down to harbour, past tower, to bridge: the site, not me.), its tremulous rodent movements made a fool hardy enough to smile.
 Today a Noisy Miner bird flitted quietly through  our open window: flapping its way to a perch in the lush foliage of the vine. Then it was gone.

There is no fly spray in this apartment; I like that more and more. 


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