Monday 1 October 2012

184. On the Doormat

The movement to my right
catches my attention
and I twist around my spine
to look at the butcherbird
standing on the straw doormat
just outside the frame.
It cocks its head to study me
but it doesn't venture closer
while I'm looking at it.
Instead, it waits, watches me
with curiosity but no fear
until I break our moment
and it hops inside the room.

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