The white-plumed honeyeaters
swing on skinny branches
in the sprinkler sprays
whiz down to the pond for a splash
line up on a slightly bigger branch
rock madly up and down
flit off again, twittering
they hover in the spray
like humming birds
flutter in the air in front of me
the spiny-cheeked honeyeaters
are twice their size
but can’t get to the pond
the little honeyeaters fight them off
snapping their small beaks
one-to-one at the long pink beaks
the spiny-cheeks
are kept to the mulga tree
lead a singular but not uninteresting life
wobbling on tomato plants
showering under the rosemary bush
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