A pale sun pokes holes
In cheeky wooly clouds.
Dew hangs on blades of grass
And fat lantana blossoms
With an attitude.
Sparrows write a song on pearly wires
As larks plot mischief in happy tunes.
Smoke mingles with a lazy mist;
Spicy sweet scent of burning mimosa wood,
Still green and wet, leaves a shawl
To wrap me in the chilly morning light.
In a hazy suspension of motion
My world sparkles and smiles.
unbuttoned or undone 
“Sparrows write a song on pearly wires”, I too have often looked at birds on wires and thought they looked like musical notes. I always wanted to take a pic and work out what the music was! š
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Yes! If I knew the first thing about music I would give it a shot.
If you carry through with it, I’d love to hear it. š
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I’ll have a go, I’ll have to see if I can find a pylon with multiple wires and lots of roosting birds, otherwise it might sound a bit monotone! š
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Ommmmmmm.
Just kidding.
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Hey don’t knock it, maybe birds like to meditate š
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Oh my, Em, this is an absolute beauty!
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Thank you John. I am all smiles!
I have a sprite story just about ready coming up soon in a blog near you. š
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Yay
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I love your cheeky wooly clouds. Brilliant! Great photo too.
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Thank you so much!
My garden is full of happy blossoms after a long( for us!) rain spell.
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crispy …vibrant
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Thank you! Crispy, huh? I like it!
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Ton monde scintille et sourit parce que tu es la, UnElephant croit.
For me for me formidable!
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Tu me fais sourire et me voila toute timide. UnElephant est formidable…et indechirable!
Merci.
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